When did these bruises start to keep me from moving It's been two months and i can't remember What it is I've done rightwhere's the wavelength that I'm supposed to be on? I think I fell off of it a very long time ago What's the point of this heart-to-heart If we're both crossing our arms My gaze left the windowpane And my wrists laid in white and red And last time I checked this was all on my neck but blame's a fucking funny thing The first time I was lost Was midday in a small place I looked nowhere Everywhere i swear Nine years later I'm still lost and i never got home If i could i would bring myself home but home is anywhere but here