And well I feel like I´m ancient old

And yet feel so small, you know

But when I look back and see all the things I´ve done

Well man I did all that and more

Sorry dad but yess I did wrong

 And of all I´ve done, it don´t seem enough

Cause I know I want more

And then if I close my eyes I feel all the fake veins

No, it´s not hard to see right through me

´Cause anybody can see what caused and pushed

Yeah and mom, hard to think that this isn´t home

Or to handle the things I´ve become

And that the last drop fell long ago

And please no more sorrys for what is long gone

And when morning comes I know it would be like a ghost

With my favorite boots & gangster look I know it´d only be true

Until I find home

Because bro, I´m still on the long and widing road

The one the rain washed away if you recall

You said I had it all, your job your check your roof and your rules
And I had my hands on your thoughts and yet let it all go


 Well you see I am not really here
Pretty things cost me dreams, easy ways steer me to leave
Hiding in what blows away is the perfect killing hand
And baby, is just the way we lie
And we know it would only be true until we find home
Funny how we´re still here after the things we´ve done
When all we´ve known fades like dust

And please no more sorrys for what it won´t become

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