Just follow the crumbs to find where I've run The sound of a six-string strung out on love Follow the battles The stems and the seeds And all of the hallow That I seen to leave Just follow the teardrops The ash and the smoke A prayer for the hopeless is all I can hope 'Cause underneath the tattoos and all the scars On this dead-end road, I found a brand-new start All along the borders of my damaged past And inside the corners of a "Glad" sandwich bag Through my self-destruction and bridges I've burned You'd think that by now, that I would've learned To stop leaving the crumbs I nearly ate the gun a time or five Over all the mess that I've left behind The shot hit the heavens, while I felt the hell But I found the purpose in a lone empty shell 'Cause all along the borders of my damaged past And inside the corners of a "Glad" sandwich bag Through my self-destruction and bridges I've burned You'd think that by now, I would've learned To stop leaving the crumbs 'Cause all along the borders of my perfect past Baptized in a river of purpose at last And God has perfect timing Imagine Him on the drums And rain down on me And wash away the crumbs