The New Amsterdams. Poison In The Ink. Zeneszám

Some might say it's over rated
Staring at their shoes
You're arrows don't have poison
But they bruise

I can't make peace with you

All my heart is on these pages
Open to abuse
I should try to be dishonest
But I lose

I can't make peace with you

Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink
You've got so much time to think about it
Try to put your finger on it
And figure out what's right for me and mine

Expletives and explanations
Fade bruise colored blue
A thicker skin develops
On the wound

I won't change it for you

Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink
You've got so much time to think about it
Try to put your finger on it
And figure out what's right for me and mine

Some might say it's over rated
Staring at their shoes
You're arrows don't have poison
But they bruise

It's never been for you
I'm just telling the truth