The Fighter Lyrics

The Fighter

I should write down these words before I lose them

Or write here a song just to use them

Someday you may want to know who I am

Beyond this facade

It’s on my hand

Know that I am not a writer

These eyes hold no secrets, I’ll have no truths,

I am all I am I was to you

The lie and the promise,

The great escape artist, the weed in your garden,

The place you’re still guarding,

Where I am not a liar.

I am the fighter,

Though not a boxer by trade,

I am the fighter,

You will remember my name.

These are hands that can offer protection,

But hid me from my own reflection,

I’m the book that ain’t finished,

The sink full of dishes,

The priest that’s still sinning,

The spark that starts the fire.

I am the fighter,

Though not a boxer by trade,

I am the fighter,

You will remember my name.

With loneliness next to me,

Fear sits in misery, nursing another black eye.

On the New Jersey turnpike,

I’m counting the headlights

As cars just like this pass me by.

I am the fighter,

Though not a boxer by trade,

I am the fighter,

You will remember my name.

I am the fighter,

Though not a boxer by trade,

I am the fighter,

The fighter’s that’s born but not made.

I should write down these words before I lose them

Or write here a song just to use them.