I read up on something about forgiveness
He was sayin' seventy times seven
Lord I think that’s why I keep gettin’ lost
Is that the address on the door to heaven?

I wonder if someone is keeping track
This train’s headin’ for another wreck
I can’t keep count and I can’t ride true
I only see a plank that once was a spec

I’m not keeping a list, well
that’s not exactly true, sometimes it’***** or miss
I know I need to get stronger, but
that kind of forgiveness is like walking on water

I started thinkin’ maybe it’s somethin’ different
Is it just a number or somethin' about a trinity?
I keep tellin’ everybody the things they do to me
Maybe God’s sayin’ you only have to count to three

Is that the way
Is that the number
Is that everything
I can’t count high enough
I can’t forgive often enough
Why can’t I live the way of the King?

Four ninety
Four ninety
Is that the address on the door?
I'm gonna' go ahead and knock
But I don't know if I can forgive her anymore

I am not a tourist
I will not be opportunistic
And I bring no camera too
Only a mind that will remember

I am not a tourist
I will not be dogmatic
And I bring no point of view
Only the will to discover

I am not a tourist
I will not be imperialistic
And I bring no statue
Only the humility of a pauper

I am not a tourist
I will not be materialistic
And I bring no Western virtue
Only the repentance of sinner

Is it only art
or is it you
Are you loved
or just a muse
Is it fantasy
or is it true
Are you laughter
or the blues
Is blood real
or just a hue
Can a painting love
or is it just a ruse

Caring too much is bad for your health
I can feel it eating my guitar strings alive
I only wish I’d 've of played them sooner

I chose anger instead of rehab
Raw nerves over anesthesia
I’ve never felt more like an adult
But something is blocking the drain
Like a body trying to sober up

I can’t blame it on something
I can’t say everybody makes mistakes
That’s not something I believe in
I don’t compare myself anymore
Except to the light coming through my window

Caring too much is bad for your life
I can feel it eating my expectations alive
I only wish I’d 've killed them myself

Walk on the stage and rip ‘em to shreds
Who cares how much they make
We never get that satisfaction do we?
To see a bully lose is the dream
But how many dreams come true?

You asked me if I liked your shorts
I said yes
Then you said you won’t take them off
So why did you ask?
You said I like to see men squirm

I almost blamed myself on you
Then I remembered I asked you to fix me
It’s not so easy being irreparable
But I don’t even have a tattoo to regret
I didn’t have the guts to love you like that

Caring too much is bad for your heart
I can feel it eating this poem alive
I only wish I'd 've written it before you left

Broken heart colors flatten the sky
Mountains are formed in the air
A fire lights a path through the sand
No matter how beautiful your goodbye
I can no longer live just to watch you go

Everything you want is right here, but
There’s not enough of you to take it
You left too much behind
You gave everything you had
Except a tear from another time

Pieces of you once washed up on shore
I tripped over them walking in the surf
You didn’t care about being pushed away
Or if the tide claimed you back again
Only a shell hopes for a strangers touch

It’s a movie we’ve already seen
A book both of us has read
I don’t want to think like that
If only you could see what I see
A future without the past in it

It’s not that your heart is confused
It’s just that its lost its purpose
Once you loved life recklessly
Now it’s as if you’ve forgotten how
But remembering is how you breathe

Draw your red lips near my love
Paint a heart-shaped pool upon my chest
Place it above my heart
Fill it with rivers of mascara, until,
to where you lips touched my life it will crest;
neither below or above;
neither wanting or exceeding your will
It is to perfectly cleanse what you past was made of;
and I will wash away your memory of being apart;
from the love that once made you distressed;
Draw your red lips near, my love
Bring them close so you may hear
The beating heart that dark pools of pain cannot arrest
No, for it will no longer be full of fear;
but instead what once thickened the lashes
that no man could tame or ****;
will now become a new start,
for as I receive your love;
what you place upon me will lay it’s head to rest;
a wave softly glistening on sand after it crashes,
as can only faith that has become belief lies still

I'm not rebuilding
I'm growing
I'm not failing
I'm changing
I'm not running
I'm arriving
I'm not healing
I'm becoming