At the End of Everything

I'm feeling lost
I have a map but it's been set on fire
And I can't let go of it
Fingers singed
But still, directionless, I plod ahead
As the compass spins around
And spins, and spins around

Still seeking out hope along the way
But heavy thoughts can weigh your head down

Passing by
The intersection of the life I've lived
And what could have been
Looking back
Can't help but dwell on everything I said
And the naive fool I was

Still seeking out hope along the way
But heavy thoughts can weigh your head down
And maybe we can find home again someday
And this time it won't burn to the ground

This color sky is a chilling warning
The deepest red, a memento mori
This color sky is a chilling warning
The deepest red, a memento mori