In pen I draw an x On each successive day And I find myself amazed Each time I turn the page I write these words in pencil So I can change them at a later date Cause unlike the night-to-day cycle My thoughts aren't concrete And I never know what I should say All I've got is what I can see But my vision is lacking There's a reason I'm wearing these gla**es And I've flirted with misery Our friendship is closer than anything I would have wanted And my blistered god damn hands Won't play these chords anymore Last night as I was driving home I finally realized As I was singing along, at the top of my lungs To "Play Crack the Sky" That there is no way to change the past There will always be those wrongs and those lies But if I want to change my future Then today's the day I'll have to start to try But I'm a formula Add one part acoustic Some poems, depression to taste Just like an orchestra The trumpets are playing loudly One step out of tune And my blistered god damn vocal chords Won't hit these notes anymore And I thought about going overboard More than once I almost tore that life vest off But I'm here today On that calendar, I'll turn that page And in pen I make another cross