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 a shaking man

as my body breaks against the wind

i begin to slowly unravel

overwhelming

i'm tearing at the seam

the threads that hold me together

they envelop me

and with fervor i am everywhere i never thought i 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