You can call [bad word] clean or the repeat of what you know 
About the [bad word] I once had as I’m learning to let go 
I made a pledge to myself, if I was to raise my voice 
To be direct as I can be no matter what I may destroy 
But I can’t say I haven’t aged 
I’ve outgrown what I used to be 
I won’t fake what is expected 
To succeed with album three (that’s not me) 

Does this mean that the words [bad word]  
Does this mean that I’m at my end? 
If my [bad word] with the price of my love 
I won’t pay if I have to pretend 
There’s always a chance to relapse and fall back 
To the person I still fear is there 
So if this ink will [bad word] out 
I’ll refill if I feel the need to share. 

It was the fall of last year in New York City 
Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said 
“Hey, I’d like you to meet Andy” 
We got to talking and connected on some things 
Mutual friends and how his band started writing 
But then something was spoke 
I knew exactly what he meant 
I understood when he said 
“It’s hard to write content” 

And it still is, and it still is 
But I won’t take a step back 
Though it might be for the best 
And it still is, and it still is

I know you asked for some advice 
They use your blood to capitalize 
So give up all your secrets 
To move units, display your weakness 
You might spend some years alone 
At the price of forgetting your home 
So expose what hurts you the worst, 
The exchange deals a handsome return (are you in?)