Burning bridges back to back

I hear it calling me from the lack

Of following through on everything I do (I guess that it's true)

Turning pages and places

Coming home to new faces

In the dead of the night I'm losing my sight and I'm losing my mind

I won't admit it but I can't avoid it I'm losing time to be

Whatever I wanted I'm not to far from it I hope this works out for me

From bedposts to sea coasts

(Whoa)

I don't think that this could be, that this could be, enough for me

(Enough for me)

Fractured by system ignoring all of my beliefs

Like victims we perish controlled by the things that we see

Whats the point in progress?

It's reward is regret

I'm so sick of chasing ghost I forgot what matters most

I won't admit it but I can't avoid it I'm losing time to be

Whatever I wanted I'm not to far from it I hope this works out for me

From bedposts to sea coasts

(Whoa)

I don't think that this could be, that this could be, enough for me

(Enough for me)

Brittle bones I'm getting old

Seasons change it's getting cold

Simple suggestions and leading suppressions

Betrayed confessions and deepened depression

From bedposts to sea coasts

(Whoa)

I don't think that this could be, that this could be, enough for me

(Enough for me)