A Song For Your Futile Heart

Fixing a home with prescription parts
An internalized fear that was taken to heart
Thinking, "How did I get here?"
"How did I get here?"
As we're forging through fields full of futile hearts
Not quite broken if they never worked from the start
Tell me, how did I get here?
Tell me, why am I here?
Well, living's not so easy
When you're dying to forget

Well
Well, I'll tell you right now
Nice and loud
When you're buried in hell
And there's nowhere else for you to go now
Bitter 'til the end
You can wake me when I'm dead
When you know you're good as gone
I'll be your dying breath

What you lost in a father you found much worse
In a cancer that reeks of American failure
Oh, how did I get here?
Oh, how did I get here?
Now your savior is here, but they can't do much
When a family's the only thing you ever wanted
Oh, how did I get here?
Tell me, why the hell am I here?
Oh, it turns out that dying's not so easy
When you're living with regret

I'll abandon this shell
It's a cell, can't you tell?
When you're buried in hell
And there's nowhere else for you to go now
Bitter 'til the end
You can wake me when I'm dead
When you know you're good as gone
I'll be your dying breath