Look At You

It wasn't until I looked at you
that I wondered "how do I look at myself?"
I bury hope in the back of my mind
Lusting over the chance that someone else will find
what I've been looking for my entire life

I'm left wondering "where in Hell is Heaven now?"
And then I look down at my feet
and I can see the ground

I hold patience inside of these closed fists
as I look toward the sky
Emotions are a void and a vice
Avoid its advice and find true delight

God knocks at the door
while Hell is left screaming underneath the floor

Don't compose a definition for life
but let life itself compose you

I'm left wondering "where in Hell is Heaven now?"
And then I look down at my feet
and I can see the ground
and I remember that I'm still walking home

I remember that I'm still walking home