The Paper And The Ink

Your arrow ain't sharp, but age made deadly your aim

If I kill or get killed, my dear, would you love me the same?

And as I get older I realize that time has a way

And the patience you build in your youth will discern how you age

And some song I swore I'd never sing

From years before I held a dream

My pages worn like oaths I keep

I'll die between the paper and the ink

And this journal ain't mine, but it's filled with my misery

Passed down by a friend who was taken too soon to complete

And bound in the blood of living like we were deceased

Now I live with the debt that it easily could have been me

And some song I swore I'd never sing

From years before I held a dream

My pages worn like oaths I keep

I'll die between the paper and the ink

So lay your head easy and don't shed tears for me

We are given this life, but nobody said it was free

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, mm

And some song I swore I'd never sing

From years before I held a dream

My pages worn like oaths I keep

I'll die between the paper and the ink