Suddenly I see myself returning
To the scene where I was written off as crime
Looking at the outline of the chalk drawn on the street
I left so much behind here that the silhouette was me
I never thought that we were miserable
We're all guilty beyond the innocent for ourselves
There is nothing left to say
Swallowed by tongue anyway
Driving out into another state
I can see the road behind me
Falling back into the same mistakes
So hard to avoid
Never will this lost voice again be silent
Your spirit is gone
And it follows blindly by depression
When the road becomes the buildings in your mind
Moving up the elevator to floor sixty three
A metaphor yes that is right I still cannot be free
All of whom I start to realize
I may not have a hope at least I have this view
An apology for what's been said
Most of which were in my head
Driving out into another state
I can see the road behind me
Falling back into the same mistakes
So hard to avoid
Never will this lost voice again be silent
Your spirit is gone
And if I have to follow you
You will not break this heart of mine
Into you you cannot break this chain
But you can build a wall to shut me out
If you search within
I know that I have come and gone
But I can't keep pulling myself away
I miss around my neck
I walk around the city as the night becomes the day
And if you come around
I'll make sure to be found
I'll make sure to be found