To Write Content (Revived) [Remixed / Remastered]

You can call this coming clean, or the repeat of what you know

About the struggles I once had, as I'm learning to let go

I made a pledge to myself, if I was to raise my voice to be direct

As I can be, no matter what I may destroy

But I can't say I haven't aged

I've outgrown what I used to be

I won't fake what is expected, to succeed with album three

(That's not me)

Does this mean that the words won't come?

Does this mean that I'm at my end?

If my joy comes with the price of my love

I won't pay if I have to pretend

There's always a chance to relapse and fall back

To the person I still fear is there

So if this ink will suddenly run out

I'll refill if I feel, the need to share

It was the fall of last year in New York City

Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said

"Hey, I'd like you to meet Andy."

We got to talking and connected on some things

Mutual friends, and how his band started writing

But then something was spoke, I knew exactly what he meant

I understood when he said, "It's hard to write content."

And it still is, and it still is

But I won't take a step back, though it might be for the best

And it still is, and it still is

I know you asked for some advice

They use your blood to capitalize

So give up, all your secrets

To move units, display your weakness

You might spend some years alone

At the price of forgetting your home

So expose what hurts you the worst

The exchange deals a handsome return

(Are you in?)