I take a paycheck like it's a pack of bandaids
It'll cover all my cuts, but it won't heal anything
I learned to let myself go of all the things I never needed
I should feel like a better man but I still wonder
What am I searching for
What am I longing for
What am I falling for?
You pay for your cigarettes just because you were bored
They're all yours for a minute, then they disappear between the cracked floors
Can you forgive yourself for shutting out your friends at the wrong time?
Or do you wanna be on your own to find the truth
Of what you are searching for
What you are longing for
What you are falling for