you wrestle yourself to the groundnyou springboard and kick yourself in the mouthncause all of that drama, that embarrassed charadencouldn't stop you or settle you downnnso you got back with your black holenand you don't care who's out there or who knowsncause you're spent and you're sadncause you've bronzed it, it's your badgenand you've fixed it to all your clothesnnevery t-shirt and overcoatnso it's with you through hot or coldnbut i would tear it from the clothnyeah, i would tear it from the clothngrow up and knock it offnncause there's a world awake outsidenwith injustice and music and july, julynwith history's arc,nwith your family,nwith art.nbut it don't mean nothingnnot to you, not tonightnnyou can't see past the length of your nosenthe biggest problems, well you're sure they're your ownnthat girl you cut loosenthose two friends that cursed younand all that powder that you can't leave alonennand you say, you know, you know, you knownbut i know that you don't, you don't, you don'tncause if you did, you'd really trynif you did, you'd really try to let all that diennso marry yourself to your worknand crowd your confusion with wordsnthen round out your life with some records you likenwhile you bury your love in the dirtnncause it's endless, the ditch you can dignyou're stubborn, and you're prideful, and you're all over itnso i suggest you make sense of the time you've got leftnso you don't end up back where you've beennnand you say you won't, you won't, you won'tnand i hope that you don't, you don't, you don'tnbut if you mean it, then stand up and fightnbut if you mean it, then stand up and fightncause i mean, it's only your lifenni mean it's only your lifento fix or ruinnto figure what to do withnit's only your lifento fix or ruinncause no one else is going to do itncause it's only your life