maybe i'm meant for nothing
wasting all of my days
praying i'm something
watching it fade away
while i live through the numbness
everything feels the same
when you burn out at fulcrum

so they say oh
so they say oh
oh

how could you tell me i'm worthless?
gutting my bullish soul
exsanguinating my carcass
shame you don't even know
i'm desiccated since high school
trying to give it all
oh what a wonderful ode to

what could be oh
what could be
what should be

you are not who you are
you are not who you are
you are not who you are
you are not who you are
you are not who you are (you are not)
you are not who you are
you are not who you are (you are not)
you are not who you are

well maybe I'm meant for something
i'm sick of being who i'm not
i know i'm better than nothing
what's the use of sitting till i rot?
how could be who i was
if i'm not who i am
when i'm with or without you
i'm drifting onwards and oh
what a way to live life
when i wish i still had you

what could
an ode to what could
an ode to what could
an ode to what could
an ode to what could be
oh no
oh no

an ode to what could be

One Hope