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So shallow, not even an infant
Could drown within this compassion
But I feel as if I've drowned just the same
But rather from my ignorance
That unconditional love might exist

I forgot the numbness, I forgot the frustration
That makes up my daily routine of just getting by
I am just barely getting by emotionally
Judgment, disappointment, a lack of patience for me
This is not security but such a pretty package

The guise is broken as the truth rears it's ugly head unto me
A drunken soul, I'm conscious again, I've weakened from my stupor
For the last time, so content caressed in rejection
For it's all that love has ever led to once again

The dying man lays down the law for this peon
It's his last grasp at control, a control that he lost
In infidelity from today, to you I'm dead
As an order accepting son, your searching and searching
But your family isn't at the bottom of any bottle

You're smoking us away, you're choking on your own
No place to hide other than my tears, they still give me away
Do all things end like this? Must all things end like this?
So shallow, I take everything with a grain of salt
So shallow, not even an infant   Could drown within this compassion   But I feel as if I've drowned just the same   But rather from my ignorance   That unconditional love might exist      I forgot the numbness, I forgot the frustration   That makes up my daily routine of just getting by   I am just barely getting by emotionally   Judgment, disappointment, a lack of patience for me   This is not security but such a pretty package      The guise is broken as the truth rears it's ugly head unto me   A drunken soul, I'm conscious again, I've weakened from my stupor   For the last time, so content caressed in rejection   For it's all that love has ever led to once again      The dying man lays down the law for this peon   It's his last grasp at control, a control that he lost   In infidelity from today, to you I'm dead   As an order accepting son, your searching and searching   But your family isn't at the bottom of any bottle      You're smoking us away, you're choking on your own   No place to hide other than my tears, they still give me away   Do all things end like this? Must all things end like this?   So shallow, I take everything with a grain of salt