The Paper And The Ink

Your arrow ain't sharp, but age made deadly your aim If I kill or get killed, my dear, would you love me the same? And as I get older I realize that time has a way And the patience you build in your youth will discern how you age And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink And this journal ain't mine, but it's filled with my misery Passed down by a friend who was taken too soon to complete And bound in the blood of living like we were deceased Now I live with the debt that it easily could have been me And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink So lay your head easy and don't shed tears for me We are given this life, but nobody said it was free Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, mm And some song I swore I'd never sing From years before I held a dream My pages worn like oaths I keep I'll die between the paper and the ink