Needing something new but looking in the wrong places In fact I was not looking at all Saying something stupid like it's presented itself to me I can't look away And why (and why) Do I (do I) Always have to dig myself out of this mess Everything I do breeds self-destruction and chaos In my mind, I can't clear my thoughts So I pull over on the side of the highway Deep inhale, close my eyes, count to five And why (and why) Do I (do I) Always have to dig myself out of this mess ♪ And why (and why) Do I (do I) Always have to dig (dig myself out) And why (and why) Do I (do I) Always have to dig myself out of this fucking mess Needing something new but looking in the wrong places In fact I was not looking at all