All the things I live withoutStill fill up my head with doubtWhere’d you go?It’s in the way you cut me outNever forget how that feltWhere’d you go?Everything that you can see (believe?)Blacked out in apathyYour hands in your pocketsYou stare at the groundAnd think about what went wrongYou listen to the saddest songsThen close your eyesAnd keep humming alongIt’s in the way you cut me outNever forget how that feltWhere’d you go?You forgot to pass the torch when you left for the roadNow this place doesn't feel like homeA guilty head with love to fakeI’m sick of the noise it makesLooking in mirrors, do you see what you are?I don’t feel it in books and pewsI feel it when I look at youA brighter glow, but who am ITo say what you are?And it’s in the way you cut me outNever forget how that feltWhere’d you go?No thisDoesn'tFeel likeHome