If I could bottle this moment I would, and I'd let it out when it all gets too much These moments get fewer and farther between, but they make up for all the sh** I've seen For all the things that go without saying these moments of clarity fill in the blanks in black and white What I live for What I'll die for Why we're here What's at stake, and as long as there's breath in this cold, tired body I'm gonna f**ing fight for it