Buddy, You're Making No Sense

Those legs were a road less traveled,
 Parting in ways only we could understand.
 Okay...
 Am I just waiting for my world to come crashing down,
 down all around me?
 Knee deep in misery and my own shit,
 I eat my way out to try and make it OK.
 Then I say to myself,
 "Which way is the right direction,
 if all these years,
 I've been headed in the wrong direction?"
 I can only befoul myself so many times...
 I am so fed up,
 my hands are shaking,
 I'm so fed up.
 Those neon lights,
 they saw your eyes.
 I said, "Let's go",
 you said, "I don't know."
 And the road keeps swerving,
 but I'll keep on moving.
 What's wrong with me?
 I can see the road,
 it's burning red.
 What's wrong with me?
 I don't even know what's going on.