Fearless

I don't know whether to laugh or cry

And I don't know whether to live or die

I kept my love for her locked deep inside

It cuts like a knife

She's out of my life

Out of my life, out of my hair

Out of my mind, there's no love in there

I move on, move on

Dear God, I wasn't breast fed

And most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music

I'm no musician but the pain has been instrumental

My sense finally tune the instruments of, of, of

Of being lost

Of being lonely

Of being loved

Of being human

Man, I could use a metaphor, but I can't get beyond this shit

I could use someone to talk to

But most of my conversations with men seem to revolve around music

I am a poet who composes what the world proses

And proses what the world composes

Damned indecision and cursed pride

I kept my love for her locked deep inside

And I don't know what to do to get it through to you

Get out of my life tonight

Get out of my life

Out of my life, out of my hair

Out of my mind, cause no lovin fair

I move on, move on

She had nothing, but time on her hands

Silver rings, turquoise stones, and purple nails

I rub my thumb across her palm

A feather bed where slept a psalm

Though I walked, I used to fly, and now we dance

I watch my toenails blacken and walk a dead end path

'til she woke me with the knife edge of her glance

I have the scars to prove the clock strikes with her hands

And I don't know what to do
To get it through to you
And I don't know what to do
To get it through
Out of my life, out of my hair
Out of my mind, 'cause no lovin' fair
I move on, move on, I move on