Same old swinging door same old shit show
No longer will my mind tell my heart where it should go
Out for a tale of some strange I've yet to know
I feel like my nights just begun but my bottle's gettin low
I'm just a waiting patient cause my hearts beatin
Be better off if my hands weren't bleeding
And I feel as if I've done no wrong, for so long
The ships sailed the fires burnin
The conscience can't keep the tides from turning
Now I see where all of this belongs
And it's on
