It doesn't make you feel alive Well, is it really worth doing it? I don't know why I tend to strive with these things But I'll never go through with them Please tell me why I still confide In people I don't even trust in It's all too hard to see the light in the dark When you've got tunnel vision Now, just hear me out I don't know where we're headed Won't talk about you With your wicked words I've headed out And that's why I felt this way Standing outside of your parent's place Staring at the writing The writing on our hands And maybe I should search for a smile It'd be nice to talk about things without going back another mile And with all of this empty space I'll never fill the void again and find comfort in your place Now, just hear me out I don't know where we're headed Won't talk about you With your wicked words I've headed out And that's why I felt this way Standing outside of your parent's place Staring at the writing The writing on our hands And I still know all of our means Those rips that existed without any seams They're all our best laid Our best-laid plans They're all our best laid Our best-laid plans