In pen I draw an xnOn each successive daynAnd I find myself amazednEach time I turn the pagenI write these words in pencilnSo I can change them at a later datenCause unlike the night-to-day cyclenMy thoughts aren't concretenAnd I never know what I should saynnAll I've got is what I can seenBut my vision is lackingnThere's a reason I'm wearing these glassesnAnd I've flirted with miserynOur friendship is closer than anything I would have wantednAnd my blistered god damn handsnWon’t play these chords anymorennLast night as I was driving homenI finally realizednAs I was singing along, at the top of my lungsnTo Play Crack the SkynThat there is no way to change the pastnThere will always be those wrongs and those liesnBut if I want to change my futurenThen today's the day I’ll have to start to trynnBut I'm a formulanAdd one part acousticnSome poems, depression to tastenJust like an orchestranThe trumpets are playing loudly nOne step out of tunenAnd my blistered god damn vocal chordsnWon’t hit these notes anymorennAnd I thought about going overboardnMore than oncenI almost tore that life vest offnBut I'm here todaynOn that calendar, I’ll turn that pagenAnd in pen I make another cross