Some Kind of Savior

Sitting in rooms

With all the other kids

Who never got there shit together

We’re all tired of digging deeper

Sorting through the liars

Seeing through the mirror

All exhausted and exasperated

Trying to explain it

Fighting to contain it

This habit of

Searching for some kind of savior

In all the wrong places

Won’t ever find it

Looking outside this breath and these bones

Deep down I’ve always known

Grew up into

A tree bearing fruit

Of mistrust and of misuse

Leaning on the chaos

And the comfort of

Rolling in my own thoughts

And finding out the cost of

Searching for some kind of savior

In all the wrong places

Won’t ever find it

Looking outside this breath and these bones

Deep down I’ve always known

It’s all right here I’m alright here

Searching for some kind of savior

In all the wrong places

Won’t ever find it

Looking outside this breath and these bones

Deep down I’ve always known