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