It's the taste of day-old coffee It's the call that's not returned It's the thought that keeps your sleeping light It's the lesson you can't learn It's the moment when you realize that we're all just broken strangers And no one owes you anything, they never did so get things straighter Like the line that cuts right through your heart, it's a boundary you've created And you can't help but shake the feeling that you're a traitor It's your 27th birthday, another year around the sun 26 went by and sure you try, but you're still your father's son It's a whole world of trouble with a long silver line Running right down the middle, it's so hard to find And I feel like I'm falling away from the light And that long line of silver is so far away from my mind Expert in wishful thinking Dear God won't you get a grip You will or you won't make peace with those ghosts You called and it never came Keep coming back but it's never changed A faster burn but a deeper pain A monolith An inherited shame It's the taste of day-old coffee It's the lesson you can't learn