Some might say it's over rated
Staring at their shoes
You're arrows don't have poison
But they bruiseI can't make peace with youAll my heart is on these pages
Open to abuse
I should try to be dishonest
But I loseI can't make peace with youAngry eyes, there's poison in the ink
You've got so much time to think about it
Try to put your finger on it
And figure out what's right for me and mineExpletives and explanations
Fade bruise colored blue
A thicker skin develops
On the woundI won't change it for youAngry eyes, there's poison in the ink
You've got so much time to think about it
Try to put your finger on it
And figure out what's right for me and mineSome might say it's over rated
Staring at their shoes
You're arrows don't have poison
But they bruiseIt's never been for you
I'm just telling the truth