Maybe I overthink things, I'm sure that I do But with lots of time and quiet, you would, too We can write all the books and songs we want But in the end, if we get it all wrong Could you pick up your head? Start all over again? The whole world screams, and I lean in closer As if they were only whispering In empty threats and promises offering love But they never come close She's not your girl; she's a ghost Sing softly now, don't speak, my last bet's on the table See, in my head I'm a king, I've just misplaced the key I'll wear it when I'm able But for now I'll just soak it all in One more round, and all my foes will be my friends Mama always told me: Son, watch your mouth I've got nothing nice to say, but the words just keep falling out The Bible by my bedside isn't going to read itself I wish it was on my day job, and I was the one at home on a shelf Don't turn your back on me, don't let me out of your sight I'm a bad man already, and you're just looking for a fight If I run a good race, can I just keep the crown? I'm not the kind of guy to lay it down