There's a busted lamp in the corner
Where the light of life used to glow
And I'm finally realizing that I have been living in the dark
What will I do about all this wasted time?
How many ways can I fail before I fly?
I'm not interested in me any more
I don't need to find myself
I don't want to know who I am, I can see right through me
There will never be a better day than this
To let you do the talking
After all of this soul-searching, the only things I've found
are a lot of choked out, half-ass promises
Promising to be somebody worth dying for
Promising to make a mark that no one would forget
But I think now the only impression that should last
is the one that paints me hanging on to the fold of your robe
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