Scars - Michael Malarkey

Do you like scars?

The scars make the man?

Do you want me wounded and hardened?

My head in the sand

Or my fists up in defiance?

Is that what you understand?

Am I too good to be gone?

Beginning the ending for too long

This is my flagship attempt

At a second chance…

Do you want me groveling and sober

A brilliant wreckage

Or three sheets to the wind

Three pages of you…

But I’ve misplaced the truth?

Am I too good to be gone?

Beginning the ending for too long

Have we gone too far?

Have we lost our minds?

Imitating the seasons

And we fall behind.

So come on, come on, come on…

Am I too good to be gone?

Beginning the ending for too long

Have we gone too far?

Have we lost our minds?

Imitating the seasons

And we fall behind.

(When I crossed myself

Is when I crossed the line

I could see the storm

I had my dagger drawn

I just needed a reason

Something natural

But something wicked came

And we turn like a hog

On the spit of our lives

And the ceremony swells

And our eyes burn bright

But there was never a reason

It was natural

This is part of the fight

So come on…

Oh come on, come on…

Bring it on…)

Am I too good to be gone?

Beginning the ending for too long