The * had hit the fan, turns out I'm half the man I thought I would be
And the worst part is I think I liked it
I fixed myself and broke a heart
Raised a glass up to my health and smoked enough
To choke the life right out of hiding
Serotonin and alcohol go hand in hand
Until you've had one too many and you've never felt anything like that
Nine months spent on the couch
Inside my parents' house or on somebody's floor
Comfort came and went with balance
When things went south, I headed west
Learned not to open my big mouth and save my breath
In the end, it's just something that happened
Time and time again, I've told myself no more
But I kick to the senses and I raise my defenses like before
You've gotta get along, so it's just once before you've found
A bruise is worth a bluish mark
A thicket skin is worth a scar once you've figured it all out
A year or three ago, I let some pieces go but still kept the knee
I erased the photos but saved the old clothes
I wanted this, I needed that
Separated bits of good out from the bad
And I saw that every phone still has its worth
Seeking counsel from sinking ships out in the storm
Makes as much sense as writing when you should have been fighting all along