It's the taste of day-old coffee
It's the call that's not returned
It's the thought that keeps your sleeping light
It's the lesson you can't learn
It's the moment when you realize that we're all just broken strangers
And no one owes you anything, they never did so get things straighter
Like the line that cuts right through your heart, it's a boundary you've created
And you can't help but shake the feeling that you're a traitor
It's your 27th birthday, another year around the sun
26 went by and sure you try, but you're still your father's son
It's a whole world of trouble with a long silver line
Running right down the middle, it's so hard to find
And I feel like I'm falling away from the light
And that long line of silver is so far away from my mind
Expert in wishful thinking
Dear God won't you get a grip
You will or you won't make peace with those ghosts
You called and it never came
Keep coming back but it's never changed
A faster burn but a deeper pain
A monolith
An inherited shame
It's the taste of day-old coffee
It's the lesson you can't learn