Tracing Lines

I'm here again
Back in the house that I grew up in
I guess that nothing's changed, and I didn't learn anything
I'm feeling ashamed
I'm almost 35, divorced, but it's kinda comforting
That I don't own anything

Packing up a decade of useless shit
That had some meaning to me when I was younger
Now it's just an anchor around my neck
That's always pulling down and making me wonder if I'm

Still tracing the same lines that always kept me under and I
Can't face it, but I'm here again back at my mother's
I've been pushing way too hard this time
I broke right through the page to a new low
Where did all the time go?

Can I still call it home?
If I've got a key that fits in the door but I never wanna go
It's a painful reminder of feeling alone
And I notice time won't heal all the things it should
I try to ignore the size of the hole in my chest
Hanging like an anchor around my neck that's always pulling down
And making me wonder if I'm

Still tracing the same lines that always kept me under and I
Can't face it, but I'm here again back at my mother's
I've been pushing way too hard this time
I broke right through the page to a new low

And I can't let go
Have I changed, or am I still a kid who's terrified of monsters?
Am I wasting all the little things I thought I had to offer?

I've been chasing through my thoughts at night
And wondering if I've always felt so low
And where did all the time go?
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the time go?

Well, I keep on tracing the same lines that are holding my head under
I'm wasting all the little things I thought I had to offer
I'm chasing through my thoughts at night
And wondering if I've always felt so low
Where did all the time go?