They tell lots of stories,
Those scars on your knuckles.
Above mounts of glory
You know when you're home.

You act like you know
The answer to everything,
But you speak around questions
Because you know that you don't

I know what you're thinking,
Don't say it out loud
Because it will just ruin the moment.
I thought better things about you
Until now.
But now I don't know
Who I'm alone with