Ink.

Jet black ink

Not meant to be pristine

I still think

We want the same thing

First last try

Too fast for times times like these

Too fast for bones like these

I hope you know how hard I try

Two years ago

Feels like we spoke the other night

I'm overhearing those

Things in my head from left to right

I know this so well

These songs could make things right for me

Throw out this old shell

This needs to be just what I think

I've spent too much to let this sink

One place too long won't work for me

Don't tell me how it's supposed to be

I hope you know how hard I try

Two years ago

Feels like we spoke the other night

I'm overhearing those

Things in my head from left to right

I know this so well

These songs could make things right for me

Throw out this old shell

I'm still here pen to paper

This still tells me to stay here

I'm still here pen to paper

This feels like I'm meant to be here

Listen to this

Jet black ink not meant to be pristine

I still think we want the same thing

Two years ago

Feels like we spoke the other night

I'm overhearing those

Things in my head from left to right

I know this so well

These songs could make things right for me

Throw out this old shell