How do I dig a hole, then get confused when I fall
It often seems to me, that I'm no man at all
How do I let it rest, then get mad there's nothing left
It often seems to me, I'm shameful of myself
I let everything pass, life's a rushing river
And I'm just the grass, I'm just the grass
I'm not even kudzu, hindering what the woods do
Ready to swallow whole, that's not me at all
How do I dig a hole, then get confused when I fall
It often seems to me, that I'm no man at all
How do I let it rest, then get mad there's nothing left
It often seems to me, I'm shameful of myself