Sick Rat - Still Searching lyrics

[Verse 1] Born alone, live alone, die alone Call my old friends but, only hear the dial tone Grab my keys and leave, at least the streets Will greet me with open arms - As I walk, zonin' out, my soul is calmed Going past spots that I used to frequent when I was a teen By myself with my goals and dreams, visualizing What my so-called friends never seem to believe They flock towards those that already achieved Fairweather types I don't really need in my life So I put a check mark behind their names Just in case I came to fame, I would know why they think I changed Plain to see they don't really know about my pain And don't want to, good, I'll bother you no more I put a road block on memory lane, just for safety So I ain't going back there next time you face me... [Chorus] Did you ever feel home on the road? Would you rather play home than away? You see, I struck while the iron was cold But that didn't make a duller blade Who can truly say they know it all When most barely even know their place? You see, I only know how far I've gone But I could never say that I know my way [Verse 2] Goin' to sleep when the last thoughts hit the dreamcatcher Need a valve to release pressure Retreat to the alcove like Seven of Nine Because my rational mind can never recline See, the lies that we lived, now are truths we believe Which is why truth hurts, we are used to deceit In our quest for love, we fall blindly For what minds imagine but eyes can't see I went without hugs for weeks, went without a kiss for years After a while, desire disappears I look at pain like I stare through it Like a wall of eyes, I just tear through it I don't feel pride for accomplishments Feeling unperturbed by criticism or compliments Letting go of the baggage, that's all it is Left it at the crossroad and only thought "good riddance" [Chorus] [Verse 3] Weird feeling when you can't recognize The city you've been born in, and years hung a veil Over things people remember you for, having seen so much You don't mind forgetting the bad parts But hate when you recall them, the ones that got away And the ones that you thought would be there always Everybody on their own grind, journeys turn lonesome Who never had his heart broken, probably never owned one Look and sound so old and still so young Learning to appreciate the moments that are golden Love talking to children and listen to their dreams Unencumbered by the greed that adults keep feeding them Along with their hatreds related to race Faith and gender, we still gotta share the same space In our chase for the papes, we haste towards graves Justifying what we take with what little we gave... [Chorus] I'm still searching...