What I write, I write with pen
Because what I write is permanent
The sheets are off of the hotel bed
The silence has set in
I'm tying myself down, willingly
And it helps--the help from my family
What we've made in the past few days
Is music to my open ears
Its soothing to contrast my fears for the rest of my life
Switch to almost an hour ahead
While I'm lighting up another cigarette
I'll let my hands trace out
Everything I'm thinking about
Just like how
I stayed sane and kept it all figured out