Pathfinder

I feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when I'm gone

Because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this

With my back to a hardwood floor

I understand that I'm not a provider but a center divider

I got lanes to explain the different ways I behave

A life that's a detour to where I am not sure

But if the sun is in my eyes I think I'm doing the right thing

I rely on exit signs and destination times

And this drive that knows me better than I think I know myself

With that being said I won't play pretend

That I'm not growing up that I'm not giving in

Late nights and all night drives are reminders why I'm alive

And I'm not going anywhere