Tell me what I'm supposed to do,
With all these leftover feelings of you,
'Cause I don't know,
And tell me how I'm supposed to feel,
When all these nightmares become real,
'Cause I don't know,

And I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find new,
And I don't know, how we separate the lies here from the truth,
And I don't know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we're supposed to do.

So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,
So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,

And I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find new,
And I don't know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we're supposed to do.

So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,
So leave me, at the Roadside,
And hang me, up and out to dry,

'Cause I don't think, you see, the places inside me that I find new,
And I don't know, how we woke up one day somehow thought we knew,
Exactly what we're supposed to do.
Exactly what to do.