Lyrics
I should write down these words before I lose them
The singer wants to capture these thoughts before forgetting them.
Or write you a song just to use them
Considering using these thoughts in a song dedicated to someone.
Someday you may wanna know who I am,
The singer anticipates that someday the listener might want to understand the singer's true self.
Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand
Beyond the performer persona, there's more to the singer's identity.
No I am not a writer
The singer clarifies not being primarily a writer.
These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths
The singer is transparent, not concealing any secrets or truths.
I am all I am, all I was to you
The singer remains authentic, being who they were to the listener.
The lie and the promise, the great escape artist,
Reference to past deception and commitment, adept at escaping situations.
The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding
Metaphorical mention of being an unwelcome presence in a cherished place.
Where I am not a liar
The singer asserts not being a dishonest person.
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
Despite not being a boxer, the singer identifies as a fighter.
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
The singer believes their legacy will be forgotten by many.
These are hands that can offer protection
Capable of providing protection, yet unable to confront personal issues.
But hid me from my own reflection
The singer avoids facing their own reflection, possibly metaphorical.
I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes,
Comparisons to unfinished things, signifying incompleteness.
The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning
Metaphorical references to failure despite continuous effort.
The spark that starts the fire
A source of ignition for significant changes or events.
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
Reiteration of being a fighter despite not being a boxer.
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
The singer predicts a lack of remembrance for their name.
With loneliness next to me, feels its misery
Loneliness is a constant companion, intensifying its pain.
Nursing another black eye
The singer metaphorically bears the scars of emotional hurt.
On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights
Counting time passing by in a desolate state.
Those cars just like days pass me by
Comparing passing cars to days slipping away.
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
Reiteration of being a fighter despite not being a boxer.
I am the fighter, few will remember my name
Predicting the obscurity of their name in memory.
I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade
Restatement of being a fighter despite not having training.
I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made
Suggesting being naturally inclined as a fighter.
I should write down these words before I lose them
Repetition of the urgency to capture thoughts or use them in a song.
Or write you a song just to use them
Similar to line 2, emphasizing the need to preserve these thoughts.
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