I have some stories I Would like to tell but I Have sworn myself to secrecy
I have some deep regrets Some things you don't forget They haunt you for eternity
Things I could not control I was too young to know I needed to protect myself
Some people mean you harm They'll see how hurt you are And use you to enjoy themselves
But I don't fear that now I found my own way out And I will use those lessons well
Some specificities Some changed idеntities And all the truth that I can tell And all thе truth that I can tell
I pace the dressing room I feel myself consumed By joy and fear for what's to come
My friends are playing now Oh man, how good they sound And my nerves burn until I'm numb
They play their biggest tune Back here I sing it too And when they're done I strum some chords
I tune up my guitar Grab something from the bar Then pace around a little more
I sing a little bit I save the rest of it For what's to come when I walk out
I'm nervous I'll admit That's just a part of it And honestly, I like that now
I take the stage and I Collapse in fractured rhyme Surrounded by a crowd of friends
They sing along with me We trade the melody And I hope that will never end
And then I go backstage And my friends pair away In cabs and cars and bikes and trains
And I find solitude And I call home to you And you call me your secret name
And I say what a show You shoulda seen em though I wish I could take them with me
And you just kinda laugh Say I already have They're in you now They'll always be
They're in you now They'll always be
I have some stories I Would like to tell but I Have sworn myself to secrecy
Compositor: Christopher Andrew Carrabba (Christopher Carrabba) (ASCAP)Editor: Bad Day BrigadeECAD verificado obra #32966805 em 18/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM