understand this
from a writing icons bow
who no longer needs to shout
and pick up laughing
from a setting in a sense
revealing light from land
and when you come to shore, expectation along the way
you can send it out the door in an effortless brigade
‘cause I won’t live up
‘cause you know you’re so demanding
and you won’t give up
but you know I’ll end up standing
and you won’t live up
‘cause I’m quite sure where I’ll be landing
and I won’t give it up
in the papers
they all write about your style
and you laugh it off a while
against a pillow
you can see the ink turns red
still they stake claims to your head
and all of the years that they hung on every word