When what you think you want Is kept locked behind a door End up searching for a key Til you forget what it was for Til all you know is wanting That constant need for more A hunger that can't be sated A yearning with no source The yearning becomes a habit And from the habit pathways form Carving rivers in your conscience Reinforced with every storm I find my joy in short supply I didn't know that this feeling had a half life Caught in the currents of my mind Another paper boat The rushing water swept away Left to find it's home At the bottom of a drain These tributaries yield Diminishing returns But it's a lesson That I will never learn And so I drift Further down So far from where I thought I'd be by now And I admit Though I'm not proud I can see I did this to myself Ashamed to say That I've found comfort in defeat It's so much easier to drown Than it is to swim upstream And I'm afraid That if I ever find the key I'm sure that room behind the door Will be completely empty I find my joy in short supply I didn't know that this feeling had a half life Caught in the currents of my mind Let me float Downstream to the sirens that sing to me Just let me float Don't care if it's not what I really need Just let me float Desire drinks from an overflowing cup But no amount could ever be enough Lips stained with the words "if only" Leaving nothing but the dead and lonely This has gone on for too long I can't carry on this way So pull my feet up From this dried up riverbank I can't carry on this way So pull my feet up From this dried up riverbank Throw out the map I'll find my own way back Dig my nails into the clay To forge a new path I'll forge a new path