It's how you hate like a rat in the trash in the night
You see yourself in a million black holes in the sky
You stroll around looking for anything but hope
You wanna change but you're drunk and you smell like smoke
If you did this you could be someone
You're drifting, lost, and searching like someone
It's not the same, how could you be so sure?
I'm not sure about anything anymore
What's it take to be so sure?
What's it take to be so pure?