Somehow I still hit my head
I guess that's the way that things go
Should I have gone feet first instead?
No splash, you’re unknown
Thinking the way I dove
I should've went shallow
At least you know you won't drown
Yeah, your feet touch the ground
Now you know

You bastard of the past, you know-it-all
I step stuttering, stumbling home
Patients you lost but never own up to
You just send them home
Thinking the way I dove
I should’ve went shallow
At least you know you won't drown
Yeah, your feet touch the ground
Now you know
Plant your feet touch the ground

You know, I'll quit you tomorrow
I'll leave this tomorrow
I'll miss you tomorrow
Do it down
Wait around and you'll see

Thinking the way I dove
You've been a bastard, you know?

Are you an angel?
Are you the answer?
Dance foreign angel
Worst of all, my hassles remain you

I'll quit you tomorrow
I’ll leave this tomorrow
I’ll kill this tomorrow
Do it down
Wait around and you'll see