I'm not a good brother, I'm not a good son
I over-analyze, fear what I'll become
Wage war between my shoulders, I burn and I run
I am just a vessel floating, in the waves, when the day is done
And I can't tell the world, can't talk to my friends
They don't understand it all, not quite yet
I'm a midnight writer with his hopes and regrets
Anthems and remedies boxed up in my head
Oh, I know
We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore)
We get back up, again we fall
Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive)
I've got a little sister, much stronger than I am
Hears more screaming than laughter, never got to pretend
A safe haven and a fire for those lost out at sea
A lighthouse in the darkness, an anchor to me
I knew my father too well, drowned himself when I was three
Liquor and leprosy, all sickness to me
My mother is a fighter, much more than I need
Yet, I thank the world for her and the lines she force-feeds
Oh, I know
We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore)
We get back up, again we fall
Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive)
I'm the worst kind of person, detached and latched onto spite
And the lust I love to choose never likes to spend the night
It's the worst kind of person that hurts badly and believes its fun
Feeling good is uncomfortable, afraid so they stay numb
Let the gulls pick at my bones as the hull goes under
I wanted it this way, but did it need to be, I wonder
The storm flees as quick as it came, I attempt to tame the rain and thunder
And what's left, as I decay, is buried deep beneath my anger (Hey)
Oh, I know
We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore)
We get back up, again we fall
Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive)
Sinkers and swimmers to the tides