Hook Line And Sinking

We've got a ways to go While I'm working out The weird balance That no one ever told me about Do I smile or just turn around Lay my cards down Before you find me out I'm not only breathing to day dream at night When I could be there to fuck things up in real time I'm just an ankle biter And you go for the throat I get that heavy feeling In the pit of my small intestine But no chance, I'm out of my element No way I make the best of it No chance I'm out of my element No way I make the best of it I need someone who gives second chances You need someone who actually gives a shit So maybe I was never prom queen But one day we realize the earth is still rotating And maybe I'm a catch but right now I'm drowning So reel me in hook, line I'm sinking I'm just an ankle biter And you go for the throat I get that heavy feeling In the pit of my small intestine But no chance, I'm out of my element No way I make the best of it No chance I'm out of my element No way I make the best of it I need someone who gives second chances You need someone who actually gives a shit