Captain

I'm not a good brother, I'm not a good son I over-analyze, fear what I'll become Wage war between my shoulders, I burn and I run I am just a vessel floating, in the waves, when the day is done And I can't tell the world, can't talk to my friends They don't understand it all, not quite yet I'm a midnight writer with his hopes and regrets Anthems and remedies boxed up in my head Oh, I know We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore) We get back up, again we fall Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive) I've got a little sister, much stronger than I am Hears more screaming than laughter, never got to pretend A safe haven and a fire for those lost out at sea A lighthouse in the darkness, an anchor to me I knew my father too well, drowned himself when I was three Liquor and leprosy, all sickness to me My mother is a fighter, much more than I need Yet, I thank the world for her and the lines she force-feeds Oh, I know We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore) We get back up, again we fall Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive) I'm the worst kind of person, detached and latched onto spite And the lust I love to choose never likes to spend the night It's the worst kind of person that hurts badly and believes its fun Feeling good is uncomfortable, afraid so they stay numb Let the gulls pick at my bones as the hull goes under I wanted it this way, but did it need to be, I wonder The storm flees as quick as it came, I attempt to tame the rain and thunder And what's left, as I decay, is buried deep beneath my anger (Hey) Oh, I know We really don't know much of anything anymore (Anymore) We get back up, again we fall Mend our bones, keep the truths we know alive (Alive) Sinkers and swimmers to the tides