I used to draw on my arm all the time Nothing big or elaborate Just a triangle One triangle Then I wouldn’t hear the end of it Everyone complaining Ink poisoning Future punk What’s next, a motorcycle? So I stopped I stopped drawing that little triangle on my wrist Right above my pulse point But with it I Stopped L I v I n g. A triangle was supposed to be the strongest shape It was supposed to make me strong But I wasn’t even strong enough To let it stay
Just a small note I didn’t think would be obvious if I didn’t say anything the “I v I” in “l I v I n g“ is supposed to make it look like the ‘v’ is trapped by the two ‘I’s