A Decade Drifting

All I got are these maps in my head, an evening in my lungs and a compass in my heart.

I follow these roads to false hope, they guide nowhere, they always lead back to the start.

I've got you forever 'til the day I die, but I've got to ask myself why,

And how can you die if you were already born dead?

A decade drifting, a decade sifting through this ill life that you bring,