Lyrics

Guess this is when the words start forming
And pencil shavings coat the ground
This feels like the gray room I was born in
When there was nothing before now

Guess this is when I'll write down my reasons
And selfishly uncomplicate
I'll explain my self-inflicted bleeding
Was just for the callus it'd create

And there's a lot of ways I hope one's mine
And there's a lot of places I hope one's home
Yea there's a lot of signs before the dead end road
And a company that feels alone

Guess this is when I'd romanticize
Divide into renegades and kings
To see what hides behind closed eyes
Making sense of nonsensical things

Guess this is when writers do their writing
And find something between the lines
When it becomes tired of hiding
And faces the consequence outside

And there's a lot of ways I hope one's mine
And there's a lot of places I hope one's home
Yea there's a lot of signs before the dead end road
And a company that feels alone

Guess this is when you'd forget to write
While you're off finally getting it right
And the divide is more than space it's time
And the curtains rise on your new life

And there's a lot of ways I hope one's mine
And there's a lot of places I hope one's home
Yea there's a lot of signs before the dead end road
And a company that feels alone

And there's a lot of ways, there's a whole lot of ways
And there's a lot of places I hope one's home
Yea there's a lot of signs before the dead end road
And a company that feels alone