To Write Content

You can call this coming clean or the repeat of what you know About the struggles I once had as I’m learning to let go I made a pledge to myself, if I was to raise my voice To be direct as I can be no matter what I may destroy But I can’t say I haven’t aged I’ve outgrown what I used to be I won’t fake what is expected To succeed with album three (that’s not me) Does this mean that the words won’t come? Does this mean that I’m at my end? If my joy comes with the price of my love I won’t pay if I have to pretend There’s always a chance to relapse and fall back To the person I still fear is there So if this ink will suddenly run out I’ll refill if I feel the need to share It was the fall of last year in New York City Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said “Hey, I’d like you to meet Andy” We got to talking and connected on some things Mutual friends and how his band started writing But then something was spoke I knew exactly what he meant I understood when he said “It’s hard to write content” And it still is, and it still is But I won’t take a step back Though it might be for the best And it still is, and it still is I know you asked for some advice They use your blood to capitalize So give up all your secrets To move units, display your weakness You might spend some years alone At the price of forgetting your home So expose what hurts you the worst The exchange deals a handsome return (are you in?)