Black boots black jean black beard Walking down the street in the morning air Then I lite up a cigarette and put my headphones on And I listend to Van Etten Sing You gotta give out, give up, give out, give up, give out, give up give in, give out, give up give in Give in, give in, give in, I was better than I felt in years Then I looked to the streets and I looked to my fears I know something was going round these tears I was hurting people, so close to me I spent ten long years feeling so f**ing bad I know you cheated on me but I cheated on myself I was falling way out when she sent those pictures off And I knew it wasn’t me and I knew it wasn’t her And I knew it wasn’t me and I knew it wasn’t her You gotta give up, give out, give in, give up, give out, give in, give up, give out, give in, give in You gotta heal, you gotta heal, you gotta heal, you gotta heal Take it even further back to darker times When I drank too much and I took too much I lied to all my friends about who I was But Caitlin listen to me now I’m all grown up I spent two long years just losing my mind Thank you Kristian for keeping me clean And we’re painted like the warriors And we’re painted like the warriors And we’re painted like the warriors And we’re painted like the warriors You gotta heal…