Come find me, I will be disappointing
You're fading, so what am I doing here?

I know you say that I can't be trusted
I need your faith, I've grown maladjusted
Don't quit just yet, I'll be lost forever
You are my saving grace
Come save me, won't you come save me?

You won't find me where you left me
No, you won't ever find me
I'll be hidden somewhere seeking

Quick climbing digits
Quicker quick climbing distance
Prosthetic honesty has never been tied so close to me

The future is bleak, dark like her
A travesty of what we were
Murmurs deep, for the audience
If I could only hear them
Well maybe they would shake hands with my conscience