Time Will Tell

I’ve got blood all over my hands, in my eyes, on the strings,

It’s pouring out all over my favorite things.

My guilty heart is beating faster, every time I try to sing,

It seizes up and my lungs begin to sting.

Only time will tell.

Is it written all over my face? Should I even feel ashamed?

Or is it that early thirties thing, where some guys just go insane?

And then the doctors give us lithium, but we’re never quite the same.

Do we retreat to younger years to stop the pain?

Only time will tell.

You say there’s not a god?

Goddamnit I could use a little faith to keep from crawling out of my skin.

I think it’s adding up,

Staying up blowing tombstone powder with the broken hearted liars again.

I think I’ve had enough,

All my records feel like yearbook pictures, there’s fondness but I can’t remember where I’ve been.

So I’m sharpening my pen, shooting the ink into my skin,

Baby here’s where we begin.