10. “Turn Your Bruise”

laugh and face the things that take me down

while half-fisted men try to knock me around

i don’t know where i’m going, but i know this:

the villain in me, oh he always insists

that we just take the road through gravel and snow

to get to a place only sorrow could know

i forgot about the world, and it forgot about me

i forgot how to love, and forgot how to bleed

if only my mind had come with speakers

with volume set to ill design

constant anxieties of worrisome hours

would be concealed to ears it finds

but what good is a dormant rescue

when all that’s left you steal to hide?

forcing the labor of one conscious effort

to face a devil with stolen pride

laugh and fight the things that hold me back

cause i’m only as good as the fools i attack

i’m just a work in progress, but this you know

you’re killing me with love that i borrowed

so critical in every move that i make

i can’t help but feel as though i must forsake

every part of me that doesn’t belong

which means everything, cause everything’s wrong

if only my mind had come with speakers

with volume set to ill design

constant anxieties of worrisome hours

would be concealed to ears it finds

but what good is a dormant rescue

when all that’s left you steal to hide?

forcing the labor of one conscious effort

to face a devil with stolen pride

laugh and mock the voice inside; turn your bruise into your fight

laugh and mock the voice inside; turn your bruise into your fight

laugh and mock the voice inside; turn your bruise into your fight

laugh and mock the voice inside; turn your bruise into your fight

familiar streets are paved with malice

and tread on by true deceit

pinned by hopes of fortunes

and misgivings for disaster's sly retreat

when all worth saving are half-hearted villains

cause that’s who grace has deemed alive

should you turn down all these righteous offers

love’s decree will not arrive