And this is my last remaining filter
On my last remaining words.
It's leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue.
I'm leaving a ladder full of reasons
Along with a line that starts to blur
Into a page that says you faded away too young.
'Cause you're leaving something short of innocent.
I'm still thinking of the times we should've spent.
It's as if this form of treason crawled up deep inside your head.
And left you notes on how to keep your insides dead.
If I had any other heart,
If any other piece spoke louder.
If I had any other hands,
I wouldn't need the boys
To tell the world about the coward that re-
Fuses to stand,
And claim no blood on your hands.
If I had any other heart beside my own,
We might've left you cold.
I'm handed a book about instructions
On when I should know to go.
And tracing my fingers down the binding,
I get cold.
'Cause I've been this awful shade of
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If I could paint the town with all your good intent.
I'd leave these walls as red as my eyes could've been.
While picking comfort for my father for a place to rest his head.
But Tallahassee will stay grey outside instead.
If I had any other heart,
If any other piece spoke louder.
If I had any other hands,
I wouldn't need the boys
To tell the world about the coward that re-
Fuses to stand,
And claim no blood on your hands.
If I had any other heart, if I had any other heart beside my own
If I were king of the world
And I could build you a day
And smile just to rip it all away.
I want to place a memory in your head
If I had any other heart,
If any other piece spoke louder.
If I had any other hands,
If I had any other hands.
Oh God, if I had any other heart.
Woah if I had any other hands.
And you're still refusing to stand.
And claim the blood on your hands.
If I had any other heart.
If I had any other heart.