The Fighter

[Chorus 1] I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them Or write you a song just to use them Someday you may wanna know who I am Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand No I am not a writer [Verse 1] These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths I am all I am, all I was to you The lie and the promise, the great escape artist The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding Where I am not a liar [Chorus 2] I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade I am the fighter, few will remember my name [Verse 2] These are hands that can offer protection But hid me from my own reflection I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning The spark that starts the fire [Chorus 2] [Verse 3] With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, nursing another black eye On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights Those cars just like days pass me by [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1]