| You can call this coming clean or the repeat of what you know | 
| About the struggles I once had as I’m learning to let go | 
| I made a pledge to myself, if I was to raise my voice | 
| To be direct as I can be no matter what I may destroy | 
| But I can’t say I haven’t aged | 
| I’ve outgrown what I used to be | 
| I won’t fake what is expected | 
| To succeed with album three (that's not me) | 
| Does this mean that the words won’t come? | 
| Does this mean that I’m at my end? | 
| If my joy comes with the price of my love | 
| I won’t pay if I have to pretend | 
| There’s always a chance to relapse and fall back | 
| To the person I still fear is there | 
| So if this ink will suddenly run out | 
| I’ll refill if I feel the need to share | 
| It was the fall of last year in New York City | 
| Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said | 
| «Hey, I’d like you to meet Andy» | 
| We got to talking and connected on some things | 
| Mutual friends and how his band started writing | 
| But then something was spoke | 
| I knew exactly what he meant | 
| I understood when he said | 
| «It's hard to write content» | 
| And it still is, and it still is | 
| But I won’t take a step back | 
| Though it might be for the best | 
| And it still is, and it still is | 
| I know you asked for some advice | 
| They use your blood to capitalize | 
| So give up all your secrets | 
| To move units, display your weakness | 
| You might spend some years alone | 
| At the price of forgetting your home | 
| So expose what hurts you the worst | 
| The exchange deals a handsome return (are you in?) |