Halfway Home

Trapped in a casket, crossing the line
Yet still I tell you I’m fine
But how would I know?
I was half the way home
Over my shoulder, chills up my spine
You’re staring back in my eyes
But how could you know?
That I had to say no

Stepped on each crack and all that I wonder
What am I supposed to do with my crime
Losing each lap and I have to ponder
Why am I on my own?

Maybe I’m first in line
Or maybe I’m last to find
It’s bringing me back in time
To seal my own fate, make up my own mind
Maybe you were raised in hell
Then baby we’re parallel
We’re climbing your citadel
And now that you’re halfway home

Raised from the grave I dug for myself
My blades were under my shelf
And I was so wrong
I was half the way gone
I faded to black, I met my own ghost
My fears escaped through my clothes
And now that I know
That I’m half the way home

Every crack I hear is the thunder
What was I supposed to see I was blind
Choosing each path and star that I’m under
Now that I’m not alone

Maybe I’m first in line
Or maybe I’m last to find
It’s bringing me back in time
To seal my own fate, make up my own mind
Maybe you were raised in hell
Then baby we’re parallel
We’re climbing your citadel
And now that you’re halfway home

Maybe I’m first in line
Or maybe I’m last to find
It’s bringing me back in time
To seal my own fate, make up my own mind
Maybe you were raised in hell
Then baby we’re parallel
We’re climbing your citadel
And now that you’re halfway home