Wolf Dix Rd.

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
 Looking for the perfect place
 To lay my head
 Close my eyes and get some rest
 What was the question?
 I don't know-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
 I wasn't paying attention
 Did you say I'm lacking direction?
 Is my course corrected?
 I don't, I don't fucking know
 Ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
 I'm gonna find out on my own
 I can only coast so far
 There's gotta be a better way
 I really wanna 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-whoa-ooh-whoa
 I wasn't paying attention
 Did you say I'm lacking direction?
 Is my course corrected?
 I don't, I don't fucking know
 Ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa
 I'm gonna find out on my own
 (Ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa)
 (Ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa, oh, oh)
 (Oh, oh, ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa)