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