Well, I left the school with good marks Jumping off the highest bar in mediocrity And I know you'll say I'm not that shitty But I'm pretty sure I got less pretty I'm back again at the park Thought I had a clean shot of getting out of here But every time I formulate a plan It falls apart again, and again, and again You keep me guessing how The tide is going out My shoes are glued to mud And I'm stuck in a rut La-di-da-di-la-di-da La-di-da-di-la-di-da-da And I'm stuck in a rut Oh well, I'm used to this dejectedness All of my protection is from who I used to be The successful one from a tiny scene Where I didn't care about how others saw me Holy shit, did I mention That I never wanna feel this again? Oh, but I think it's coming together now But right when I find my way out You keep me guessing how The tide is going out My shoes are glued to mud And I'm stuck in a rut You keep me guessing how The tide is going out My shoes are glued to mud And I'm stuck in a rut La-di-da-di-la-di-da La-di-da-di-la-di-da-da And I'm stuck in a rut La-di-da-di-la-di-da La-di-da-di-la-di-da-da La-di-da-di-la-di-da La-di-da-di-la-di-da-da