Nothing Feels Good - The Promise Ring

I don’t know east texas from Louisiana.

And I don’t know Alabama or where Atlanta lies tonight.

And Indianapolis.

Summers in park and recreation pools,

and carsick vacations in size eleven in «I'm going to heaven"shoes.

I don’t know god;

I don’t know anyone or if anything will be all right.

Like I don’t know Billy Ocean from the ocean floor.

I don’t own any albums, I don’t know anything.

I don’t go to college anymore.

I’ve got my hands on the one hand,

but I don’t know where to put them.

But on the other hand,

I don’t know if I’ll talk my way out of this one tonight.