I wish that I was swimming
Instead it's just some sorta sinking feeling in my chest
That I can't put to rest
'Cause I don't know which way we're goin
The lines that I am towing
Or am I just, throwing it all away
Am I supposed to fight
Am I supposed to master throwing knives
Maybe I'm just supposed to wait until the springtime
People say a true love is so hard to find
But I'm starting to wonder if this is that kind
The wolves have got it right
Their only real concern is that they get to sleep tonight
They don't care if their clothes are too tight
Or if it hurts when they bite
No that just means that they're doing it right