Prodigal Son

You say you've been searching for who you are
For your entire life
But you look more like your father
Every time you open your eyes

This distance between us grows longer and farther
Until I can barely see
With you always running from
Your anabaptist upbringing

In the wake of these years, what's there left to answer?
Am I a prodigal son or my own savior?

Well, I know that you are still fighting your demons
Oh, how could I not? You won't let me forget it
Now I have my own, and they all wear your clothes
Like a family heirloom I was destined to own

You cut yourself open so you could breathe
And let yourself bleed all over me
So now when my guilt rises like the heat of a fire
At least we'll both know you're the casualty

In the wake of these years, what's there left to answer?
Am I the prodigal son or my own savior?
In the wake of these years, what's there left to answer?
Am I the prodigal son or my own savior?

I awoke to the sirens and I ran outside
To see you up in flames
I should've never left you alone
To play with the matches in your brain

Now you play the waiting game that I was the cause of
And all I can do is watch
You long for the day when you can finally
Close your eyes for good