Some Kind of Savior

Sitting in rooms With all the other kids Who never got their shit together We're all tired (We're all tired) Of digging deeper (Digging deeper) Sorting through the lies (Sorting through the lies) Seeing through the mirror (Seeing through the mirror) I'm exhausted And exasperated Trying to explain it Fighting to contain it This habit of Searching for some kind of savior In all the wrong places Won't ever find it Looking outside this Breath and these bones Deep down I've always known Grew up into A tree bearing fruit Of mistrust and of misuse Leaning on the chaos And the comfort of Rolling in my own thoughts And finding out the cost of Searching for some kind of savior In all the wrong places Won't ever find it Looking outside this Breath and these bones Deep down I've always known It's all right here I'm alright here Searching for some kind of savior In all the wrong places Searching for some kind of savior In all the wrong places Won't ever find it Looking outside this Breath and these bones Deep down I've always known