Tell me what I'm s'posed to do,
With all these leftover feelings of you,
'Cause I don't know,
And tell me how I'm s'posed to feel,
When all these nightmares [bad word] real,
'Cause I don't know,

And I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find you,
And I don't know, how we separate the lies here from the [bad word] 
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 you,
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 you,
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.