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?