Buddy, You're Makin' No Sense Testo

House legs were a road less traveled
Parting in ways only we could understand

Ok am I just waiting for my world
To come crashing down all around me?

Knee deep in misery and
My own shit I eat my way out to see
If I can 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