Maybe I'll write you in the morning if I wake up to find the time.
I'll sit down with pen and paper and wrestle with words between two lines.
And I'll say that I'm not sorry for a single thing that I did. And I'm not sorry that it’s over.
I may miss the life that I left behind so bad but I don’t miss you anymore.

The wrench in my cogs, the thorn in my hand
my heart full of doubt, my mouth full of sand.
Put your ear to my chest the ocean’s inside
I'm more of a shell than I realize, it’s true.

I'm coming home soon, don’t know what’s coming next.
I feel like such a stranger when I am with my friends.
But now I can be on my own without feeling alone.
And I mean what I say when I say that I can change.
So when you see me again I will not be the same.

I keep looking for stars at the bottom of a bottle,
I don’t want to stop but I know that I got a
monkey on my back, and I’ve put my back in it,
this room is on fire and I am still in it.
So I'll step out the door and burst into tears
for the things that I love and the things that I fear.
Well I'm not scared of death but I am scared of life;
the thought of it all keeps me up every night.
It's the wrench in my cogs, the thorn in my hand
my heart full of doubt, my mouth full of sand
put your ear to my chest the ocean’s inside,
I'm more of a shell than I realize.