Faded broken conversations aren't connection
Now I know myself I see through all of them
Almost everyone that I put myself out for
Wouldn't try to accomodate me at all

Drifting on without a destination's overrated
I can count on one hand the things I regret this year and
Though it's hard to learn against the current of
All that I knew and used to think I had to do
And although so many of them won't accept it
They're the ones I should've never listened to

Now that I'm mine
I see I was wasting
Precious time
Won't give up any more

There's no inclination in their good intentions
That extends as far as I went every day
Spent so long fragmented couldn't see an ending
Gave up thinking life had more to offer me

All the triviality of life before me
Knowing where I was heading or wanted to be

Faded broken conversations aren't connection
Now I know myself I see through all of them
Almost everyone that I put myself out for
Wouldn't try to accomodate me at all

Drifting on without a destination's overrated
I can count on one hand the things I regret this year and
Though it's hard to learn against the current of
All that I knew and used to think I had to do
And although so many of them won't accept it
They're the ones I should've never listened to