The Boxer

The colors are brighter

When your bright red blood

Gets splashed against the monotone

I met a boxer at the bar

He asked me to look at his nose

‘cause it’s been broken 3 times before

You know I can relate

I’m the shadow boxer type

My opponent knows my every move

Faces me dead on – fierce

Every time I look in the mirror

He showed me his scar

The one below his jaw

Made me want to circle around the ring

Doused in gasoline

Waiting for someone to light a cigarette

 

I keep bracing myself for the next big thing

He keeps destroying his body

Over an elusive victory

My left arm wrestles the right

And I keep thinking I want to take him home tonight

I want to share battle scenes

‘cause I like his crooked nose

Despite everything

I need a strong opponent

Can he handle my blows?

Takes me into the ring

Just to practice sparring

Practice becomes the real thing

The colors are brighter

With our blood

Splattered against the monotone

But this time I won’t be alone

No, this time I’m not alone