Heard It On The Radio

Crimson hearts pouring out always see shots taken over shouts.
You can take that how you want --
a rabbit punch to the jaw eyes couldn't say they saw, or
some two ounce glass trounced like how you'd beat someone who stole --
it works either way.

The shouts, they're loud, all right,
and scary 'cause they could be more than "might."
You can take that two ways, too --
as how something more than one could be stronger than just you,
or an option on the reality you're about to go through -- it works either way.

And the problems seep through to expectations --
bags long packed and you get forced to save them.
But it's easy, so much easier to walk away
and wear the scars that dressed you yesterday.
The night is hard to get through.

I always can remember, in case you're wonderin',
how this has gotten in my head, how it always makes me stutter
'cause I know it's not in yours and that you think it's just some thunder,
some noise you can't see. But remember these old shoes, they walked into the ground doin' them miles beneath that sky,
and serve no interest lyin' about what you can get if you mean it when you say you're willing to die tryin'