Can't shake this sense of failure
Can't shake this obsessive behaviour
Made the lives of those I love worse
All of my dreams laid in a black hearse
All of this misery
All of which you can see
Cast to calamity in stride
Past the point of my will to abide
Drama decks my hope for us inside
Counting down the days to suicide
Wish that we could let go
Of our seeds that we sowed
It's a cold November
In high school forever
Sing to the satellites, you'll find they cannot save you
Our melodramatics'll fall in time, let's start anew
Traced your fingertips like satan's scythe
As if you could puppeteer my life
I'm a slave to your juvenile strife
Until I can run toward the light
Now that I'm gone
It won't be long
Sing to the satellites, you'll find they cannot save you
Our melodramatics'll fall in time, let's start anew
This round you cannot blame it all on your broken youth
Your time has come, it's judgement day, now tell the truth
Broken roads remind me of home
They take me to a place I thought I had known
A forest green, a deep ravine
A sanctuary of who I had been