VERSE:
Grew up with hand-me-downs, middle child of seven
If I stepped out of line wouldn't get into heaven
How can control get played off as protection
When it leads to a sip of resentment

Lost count of the bottles, blackouts, and prescriptions
I'd go out at 10, then wake up in the kitchen
Numb all the pain with a self-made condition
Til it leads to my last bad decision

Pre:
A dead end disguised as a way out

Chorus:
What am I looking for?
Another close call?
Another memory to push down?
To run from the storm
like it's never my fault
that I'm stuck in a merry go round
It's not like I don't hate it here
I'm one foot closer every year
To the final pour
What am I looking for?

Verse 2:
Got kicked out of school, never graduated
I changed who I was til I became who I hated
Someone who forgot how the hell they got home
Someone who tempts being six feet below

Pre:
A dead end disguised as a way out

Chorus:
What am I looking for?
Another close call?
Another memory to push down?
To run from the storm
like it's never my fault
that I'm stuck in a merry go round
It's not like I don't hate it here
I'm one foot closer every year
To the final pour
What am I looking for?

What am I looking for?
to feel like myself in my own skin
What am I looking for?
to find all the pieces I'm missin'
What am I looking for?
a purpose, or some kind of reason to live
When will I stop giving in?

What am I looking for?
Another close call?
Another memory to push down?
To run from the storm
What am I looking for?"