So absent minded in your quest to still mean something

And never knowing the answers

You’ll never get that clarity

And the peace of mind you wish to find

Won’t be hidden in the saint you thought of me

Standing as a relic of defeat

Over and over, you dwell in the apathy you bring

I’m hoping you find yourself before you find me

I’ll be somewhere

Holding out hope that the morning

Will shed some light on your indifferent existencе

But the world doesn’t owe us a thing

No, thе world doesn’t owe you a thing

I swear I’m coming from an honest place

I bring the flames, and you give me your grace

As I stoke the fire, and watch this whole thing burn

Watch this whole thing burn

Over and over, you dwell in the apathy you bring

I’m hoping you find yourself before you find me

I’ll be somewhere

Holding out hope that the morning

Will shed some light on your indifferent existence

But the world doesn’t owe us a thing

No, the world doesn’t owe you a thing