It must have been hard; staying in line knowing your influences did it all the time It must have been strange; living in blue and see me shut down as though it was an easy thing to do
But you could tell where I had been by the way I held my gun Trying to write anything while being mocked by an off beat drum But I was not honest I was not healthy I was not honest, honest.
You did the right thing, covered your scars Challenged your faith and closed your eyes driving cars For all that they knew you were safe home But you went through hell whenever you were left alone
But you could see where I had been from the pictures that they took I tried to look positive at things, Faced myself but didn't look That was not honest I was not healthy I am not honest, honest.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes There's no need to cling to unnecessary lies The voice in your head whose spirit you stole left you for dead but you dug the hole
Out here on the ledge
I'm not far away from stepping off
I finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there
Surrounded by all that air
You reached out your hand
and said 'I understand'
So why not come down
Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Thank you for asking
I'm so glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy
But everything I am is everything that was taught to me
and you reached out your hand
and said "I understand"
So why not come down?
Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine
Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine
And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down
Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down
