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.
