Vessels
In the night when they come for me
In the night with the suffering
Vessels giving in to sadness
God knows what they're looking for
Truth is somethings you can't ignore
I'm starting to believe in the signs
You know, I can't decide
he it ran through me or am I alright
My way out of the suffering
Camouflaged paradigms
Are they really yours or are they mine?
Well the dead will settle in
OH!
I just show up it's out of habit
It's not as tragic as it seems
I know I'm the definition of an addict: automatic
But it feels like home to me
All the lives we have yet to touch
All the songs just collecting dust
All the things we've come to believe
We can't just roam these oceans on a whim
To beyond the horizon where you think we could swim
We're fireflies with broken canes
We're just vessels let out to sea
I just show up it's out of habit
I disappoint everyone I see
I know I'm the definition of an addict: always tragic
but it feels like home to me
All the lives we never touched
All the words just collecting dust
Vessels giving into sadness
Did it beak you
Or did I take too long
Did I take too long a break?