We've spent some time apart across state lines
As we both tried to find ourselves
But you found something else
The tip of the cigarette that you grip so tight
The regret, and your fucked up state of mind
You smothered the fire that burns inside
Lost all the fight I once saw in your eyes

Seven years and you're still wasting light
You cave to the urge that drains your life
I'm starting to see you just can't cope
(Just can't cope)
While I hear: Son, pick up the pen and say what's on your mind
Let the ink fill up the page 'till you've covered every line
You've always filled me with such hope

Grit my teeth, puncture my lungs
Until these words run off my tongue
(Run off my tongue)
And I'm never happy 'til I'm done
While you got washed aside the wrong ones
(The wrong ones)

You can't expect things you haven't earned
But I guess you'll never learn
Why don't you tell me something that I've never heard?

Grit my teeth, puncture my lungs
Until these words run off my tongue
(Run off my tongue)
And I'm never happy 'til I'm done
While you got washed aside the wrong ones
(The wrong ones)