Our portraits were altered the other day You were painted black I was painted stoned But that's just for history's purpose The ones who think we're too flawed to deserve this And I'm taking it on in some form of mental protest Tearing open my chest Whatever qualifies as rest ♪ I woke with a purpose today Brushed my teeth, grabbed a pen, and I ripped out a page Of some old notebook paper There was no name on the label And I sat there determined to write you this song Just to see how things have been coming along From your view of the sight lines Often I have a hard time seeing a perspective that's not mine And I may be last in line, but just give me some time It's just this simple thing that's beyond our control As we're trying to steer through these lives that we own It's the fork in the road, change is all that we'll ever know But don't be scared because I'm your friend and we're only growing old