[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]
