Some might say it's over rated   Staring at their shoes   You're arrows don't have poison   But they bruise      I can't make peace with you      All my heart is on these pages   Open to abuse   I should try to be dishonest   But I lose      I can't make peace with you      Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink   You've got so much time to think about it   Try to put your finger on it   And figure out what's right for me and mine      Expletives and explanations   Fade bruise colored blue   A thicker skin develops   On the wound      I won't change it for you      Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink   You've got so much time to think about it   Try to put your finger on it   And figure out what's right for me and mine      Some might say it's over rated   Staring at their shoes   You're arrows don't have poison   But they bruise      It's never been for you   I'm just telling the truth