You Can Take the Boy Out of Bradenton

I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)

Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)

I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)

I might never stop the flame from burning!

So I ask myself today

As if I have to let myself again

Why do I let this roll my way?

As if I have a chance to change

I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)

Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)

I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)

I might never stop the flame from burning!

It fears: cannot read them

From escaping: might be all I have

Progress: do I need this?

From expanding and I can never stop

I can't stop to let myself wither

But I can dream of an answer

I can't stop to let myself wither

So I fight this plague!

I just might carve it in my skin (so there is no mistaking it)

Might tear the walls down with my hands (if there is time)

I might spend every night just drinking (it might be my mistaking it)

I might never stop the flame from burning