[Verse One]

I didn't tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still

I'm scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile

Hurdles are getting knocked down

I'm running a losing race

Your legs aren't the only ones marked up How many dreams have you chased?

If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn't have to write like I do,

Except I use paper instead of my body now; it's something you might want to try too

From haikus to horror stories, it's something in our blood that we share,

Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there

My facial expression said I didn't care

Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,

Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates

My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brotherdoing father figure 8's

Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on

Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song

Listen, it's great sharing time now that dad's gone,

But what's with the choice of words?

Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?

I'm a bagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again

With minimal contact and you know I can't ask your mom what's happening

You've got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?

How ironiccome to thinkI probably put this ink on my back for him

I want you to laugh and sing more,

But you dropped anchor in a place

where dreams go to die and you're keeping your ass indoors

I'm asking for you to stick it outand see things through

You're asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you



[Chorus]

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