Bread Crumbs and White Stones

So I'll keep searching, for a place called home.

I'll rip my roots from this earth, into the unknown.

Is it for the dreams I chased or the ones

I caught, this mystery this misery is killing me.

So now I'll leave behind a murder scene,

My life isn't real,

It's just a silhouette and when the sun goes down,

I won't exist.

I will be the forgotten,

Bread crumbs and white stones can't follow me

Overwhelming, constantly I'm tearing at the seams,

The threads that hold me together, they envelop me.

I am shaking man.

As my body breaks against the wind,

I begin to slowly unravel.

Overwhelming, I'm tearing at the seams,

The threads that hold me together they envelop me.

And with fervor I am everywhere I thought I never would be

I will never come home,

I am a ghost inside your empty house.

I don't exist.

I will not come home.

I'll never come home.