Lyrics

So maybe I'm sober.
Maybe I'm homecoming King.
Maybe you're sober.
Or we're on so many things.
So come up Delilah,
show me where we begin.
You're such a beautiful disaster
to all your "friends."

Maybe you'll find your way back home.
Maybe you'll find some self-esteem.
Maybe you'll find your way back home, (Ya' know)
Or maybe you were destined for other things.

So maybe I'm hopeless,
and maybe it's best giving in.
To see and serve a purpose,
even if it is bled.
So I choke on my convictions,
here stealing bread from the poor.
Now organizing takes hold,
Mercury demands more.

Maybe we'll find our way back home.
Maybe we'll find some self-esteem.
Maybe we'll find a way back home, (Ya' know)
Or maybe we were destined for other things.

My family disowning me, for the horrible thing I turned out to be. To be clean, to return home.
Dying faster in my dream. Locked and Loaded, again I scream, getting kicked out in the cold.
Sit alone this new found home, but sleep not silent; so I roam. Taking drugs to ease the pain.

Now I don't want to be, another one lost at 23. And I don't need this hurt inside my lungs. Every time I breathe I'm taking in more drugs.
It's enough to fall, but it doesn't numb the pain at all. In the mirror all I see, is another person I don't recognize as me.
Now I don't want to kill, but I'm hopped up on so many pills. This detoxing clouds my mind, but the chemicals are falling in line.

Maybe I'll find my way back home.
Maybe I'll find some self-esteem.
Maybe I'll find my way back home. (oh, no)
Or maybe I was destined for other things.