Addict With A Pen

Hello We haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best Of sons, hello, I've been traveling in the desert of my mind And I Haven't found a drop Of life I haven't found a drop Of you, I haven't found a drop I haven't found a drop Of water Water I try desperately to run through the sand As I hold the water in the palm of my hand 'Cause it's all that I have and it's all that I need and The waves of the water mean nothing to me But I try my best and all that I can To hold tightly onto what's left in my hand But no matter how, how tightly I will strain The sand will slow me down and the water will drain I'm just being dramatic, in fact, I'm only at it again As an addict with a pen, who's addicted to the wind As it blows me back and forth, mindless, spineless, and pretend Of course I'll be here again, see you tomorrow, but it's the end of today End of my ways as a walking denial My trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case But you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming "father" And I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water Water Hello I haven't talked in quite some time I know I haven't been the best Of sons, hello, I've been traveling in the desert of my mind And I I haven't found a drop Of life I haven't found a drop Of you I haven't found a drop I haven't found a drop Of water --- Addict With A Pen - Twenty One Pilots