I fight dirty
So I never win clean
I learned to tie the highwayman's cutaway knot
A tangle of threads that cuts loose with a single tug
And it never takes me longer then three seconds to get on the road
The voices in my head stopped scolding me long ago
They had so many voices outside to do it for them and
It's hard to hear anyone else when
"Survive" is tattooed across the inside of your eyelids and
Echoed in the beating of your crooked heart
Sometimes I see the girl I once loved
In clouds but then I always turn my collar up and prepare for the rain
She taught me that
When life is a battle where you need every ounce behind your fist,
You never learn to pull your punches
And really, what's a few black lies for the open road?
What's a bruised ego for a horizon that stretches so wide and empty
You loose sight of the ground?
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