Swords and Pens

Shovel the coal in this fire ignite and conspire

Still doesn’t mean that I’m not in your head

I’m falling in and out again

Slipped up and cared too much again

I must wake up move on and mend

Instead of wasting so much time here

Cause I’ve grown up only to hate my own bed

I figure I’ll just sleep when I’m dead

Despite what you heard I know what I said

I understand it was harsh but guess what

I’m falling in and out again

Put yourself in my place for just one day

Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey

More aware than ever that I might never be calm again

It shakes every f**king bone

Trying to do the right thing on my own

So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this

I’m getting too old for this

What do you know my shoes are my own

Tread the granite till you find some kind of place to call home

Put yourself in my place for just one day

Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey

More aware than ever that I might never be calm again

It shakes every f**king bone

Trying to do the right thing on my own

So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this

We’re never gonna be the same again

Bury me I’m not your friend

You have your sword I’ve got my pen

Measuring might is a means to an end

We’re never gonna be the same again

Bury me I’m not your friend

Not broke just bent