How many roads have I chosen?
How many bags can I really put down?
How many oceans must I dive into
Before I drown
Before I can be king of my conscience
Before I wear the crown so I won't forget
How many swords must go through my heart
Before I let the sweet love in?
There are many ways to be careless
Stories that we tell
And even when they are lies we hold them
Like they're fragile
So afraid to break the spell
I want to break the spell
How many fires must I walk through?
How many matches I burned through them all?
Somewhere down the line I can blame somebody
But right now, I'm the only one taking the fall
There are many ways to be careless
Stories that we tell
And even when they are lies we hold them
Like they're fragile
So afraid to break the spell
I want to break the spell