I'm not a child of god
I'm not that bunting in the springtime
This is not the view, the view I want of the sky
O' to be left behind
To wilt, not flourish in the sunshine
This ain't where I wanna be, where I wanna be when I fly
Away from me
Forsake the out-of-order sign
A badge of shame on my infinity
I have wandered far too far
I am lost and out of reach
And I long to be back where I started
I wear the mark
I have a yellow card
There are gifts you can give that you can never take back
I wear the mark
I have a violet scar
There are places you can go from which you cannot return
Wait for me
After all my years of searching I am still here at the in-between
What was it even for
I have calloused and I'm sore
How I long to be back where I started
I have become only this
I can't find it in myself to forgive or forget
The one that made me, made me hate me
Makes me question every second of this
On the TV, out of sight but in the background
The weatherman is forecasting the end
He's forecasting the end