Wolf Dix Rd.

Whatever, whatever I did, I'm wrong

You've got me now! You got me now!

You got me now after spittin' me out

You fuckin' nincom fuckin' poop

I'm gonna think real hard

About what I'm gonna say

I really couldn't stand you thinking

Any less of me

And how I spend my days

So I'm looking for the perfect phrase

I'm gonna try real hard

I'm gonna find a way

I'm really gonna try and stand on

My own two feet

I spend my days

Lookin' for the perfect place

To lay my head

Close my eyes and get some rest

What was the question?

I don't know-ooh-woah-ooh-woah

I wasn't paying attention

Would you say I'm lacking direction?

Is my course corrected?

I don't, I don't fucking know

Ooh-woah-ooh-woah-ooh-woah

I'm gonna find out on my own

I can only coast so far

There's gotta be a better way

I really want a chance to prove that

I'm not a waste of space

And so it goes, these days

I can barely keep up the pace

Approach the edge

Close my eyes and take one step

Fought real hard

But tried to stay

Dropped our guard

And let the tide drag us away

What was the question?

I don't know-ooh-woah-ooh-woah

I wasn't paying attention

Would you say I'm lacking direction?

Is my course corrected?

I don't, I don't fucking know

Ooh-woah-ooh-woah-ooh-woah

I'm gonna find out on my own

Ooh-woah-ooh-woah-ooh-woah

Ooh-woah-ooh-woah-ooh-woah, oh, oh

Oh, oh, ooh-woah-oh-oh