Heavy Pages Are Harder to Turn

You've got these shoulders like a shelf put your story here like a book that's filled with heavy pages drenched in all the chances that you took I'd read you many times before and your plot thickens more and more until your bindings broken, bleeding out with all your paper dreams Past futures of present lives rolling ink till the pen runs dry The good news is the bad news could be good news if you change your point of view, could you change my point of view too if I let you We could trade shoes, I could show you what it's like to see your life the way I do Do you need a newer truth too? Because I do I'd turn your pages if I could and get through this for good, but you should study harder, learn that you were once of hardened wood. You taught more of how to grow than I think you even know, and now I see you tearing, worn from all the tragic high and lows. Past futures of present lives, rolling ink till the pens run dry. Telling tales of taller times, let me save you and I will try. The good news, is the bad news could be good news, If you change your point of view. Could you change my point of view, too, If I let you? We could trade shoes. I could show you what it's like to see your life, the way I do. Do you need a newer truth, too? Because I do. You're path in life is what you write, even if you're wrong. You're path in life is what you write, even if you're wrong. The good news, is the bad news could be good news, If you change your point of view. Could you change my point of view, too, If I let you? We could trade shoes. I could show you what it's like to see your life, the way I do. Do you need a newer truth, too? Because I do.