To Write Content

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

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. But I won’t take

A step back though it might be for the best.

I know you asked for some advice; they use

Your blood to capitalize. So, expose all your

Secrets. To move units, display your weakness.

You might spend some years alone, for

The price of forgetting your home. Expose

What hurts you the worst, the exchange

Deals a handsome return (are you in?)