With this pen in my hand I am god
You built this city from the ashes I can blow it into dust
I can write you into my arms
I can write you into my bed
I can write off the thoughts that split open my head
See my ink, it be thy veins
As I think, this page contains
All the lonely rage that's welled up in my room
Over the past two weeks, and as I speak
The words surround me, if only for seconds at a time
Every word becomes a brick
I'll build a home with every rhyme
And I'm scared of this becoming too familiar
And I'm scared of this becoming my new life
We never change enough to not be this familiar
But maybe just enough to stay out of sight
And it's not right
I've split myself in two
Only way of loving you, and
Loving me is harder than it seems
So I'll write myself a home
I've split myself in half
One for now and one for the past
Living now is harder than it seems so I'll write myself a home
With this pen in my hand I have time
Past, present, and future dwell over this line
I can go back to the summer, I can skip past the spring
Now if only I could seem to find the time to sing
As the words fall out my mouth the air around me gets colder
As every frozen note prevents me from getting older
I'll keep my memories in an MP3 file
'Cause I know my brain is gonna erase them in a while
And I'm scared of this becoming too familiar
And I'm scared of this becoming my new life
We never change enough to not be this familiar
Oh but we could change enough to stay out of sight
And it's not right
I've split myself in two
Only way of loving you, and
Loving me is harder than it seems
So I'll write myself a home
I've split myself in half
One for now and one for the past
Living now is harder than it seems so I'll write myself a home
I've split myself in two
Only way of loving you, and
Loving me is harder than it seems
So I'll write myself a home
I've split myself in half
One for now and one for the past
Loving you is harder than I knew, guess I'll write myself a home