Learning How To Fall - Grieves

Well, I don’t have a diary, I sing my songs

Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs

Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm

when the monitor’s on I make hearts jump, defibrillator art pump

Fishing from the shore when the ship-in-a-jar sunk

Blind sided by the rhythm with a hard thump

Pointing in my little inner center when he starts up There’s no rest when you’re born with your last phrase scribbled on your chest

And the only way out of it is written in text

You can sing over anything your soul in you let’s

So, I guess I gotta let it all out

Break another little wall down

Let the music in me call out the brittle part of all doubt holding me down

I gotta learn how to fall

Spoke out of what you might call love

I’ll send it with a sword tryin' to write with blood

The tip stuck under my tongue

I’m not leavin' 'til I’m, I’m not leavin' 'til I’m done

Spoke out of what you might call hate

Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face

Gotta play it 'til I get my grace

Not leavin' 'til I’m, not leavin' 'til I’m saved

I don’t have a journal now, they can’t make noise

Broke a whole lotta speakers just to hear my voice

Took a whole lotta needles just to poke those holes made for breathing when I make my choice

God, help us if it makes me Slowing down the tape speed

Fate maker with a scrape and his fake teeth

Naysayer that will race what his brake feet and crash into the prison you’ve

been planning on to break free

Escape from the pen, words held prisoner and incased in it’s stem

Stationary, people signs bound from the place where a boss sets you free

instead of cagin' you in So, I guess I gotta let it all out

Break another little wall down

Let the music in me call out the little part of all doubt holding' me down

I gotta learn how to fall

Spoke out of what you might call love

I’ll send it with a sword trying' to write with blood

The tip stuck under my tongue

I’m not leavin' 'til I’m, I’m not leavin' 'til I’m done

Spoke out of what you might call hate

Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face

Gotta play it 'til I get my grace

Not leavin' 'til I’m, not leavin' 'til I’m saved

Spoke out of what you might call love

I’ll send it with a sword tryin' to write with blood

The tip stuck under my tongue

I’m not leavin' 'til I’m, I’m not leavin' 'til I’m done

Spoke out of what you might call hate

Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face

Gotta play it 'til I get my grace

Not leavin' 'til I’m, not leavin' 'til I’m saved