How many roads have I chosen?   How many bags can I really put down?   How many oceans must I dive into   Before I drown      Before I can be king of my conscience   Before I wear the crown so I won't forget   How many swords must go through my heart   Before I let the sweet love in?      There are many ways to be careless   Stories that we tell   And even when they are lies we hold them   Like they're fragile   So afraid to break the spell      I want to break the spell      How many fires must I walk through?   How many matches I burned through them all?   Somewhere down the line I can blame somebody   But right now, I'm the only one taking the fall      There are many ways to be careless   Stories that we tell   And even when they are lies we hold them   Like they're fragile   So afraid to break the spell      I want to break the spell