Scars
Michael Malarkey Lyrics

Do you like scars?
Are you attracted to those who have experienced emotional and/or physical pain before?

Do scars make the man?
Does one's past experiences shape and define their identity as a man (or person)?

Do you want me wounded and hardened?
Are you seeking someone who is hurt and unyielding?

My head in the sand?
Am I hiding from reality or refusing to confront the truth?

My fists up in defiance
Am I ready to fight back against those who have hurt me or who I disagree with?

Is that what you understand?
Is this your perception of who I am?

Am I too good to be gone?
Am I too valuable or important to be forgotten or abandoned?

Beginning the ending for too long
Starting to end or give up on something for an extended period of time.

This is my flagship attempt
This is my primary effort to try again.

At a second chance
To have another opportunity at something.

Do you want me groveling and sober
Are you asking me to humiliate myself and be serious about my faults?

A brilliant wreckage
A chaotic display that is also beautiful and stunning.

Or three sheets to the wind
To be drunk and out of control.

Three pages of you
Intense and personal feelings related to you.

But I've misplaced the truth?
Have I lost sight of what is real and truthful?

Have we gone too far?
Have we crossed a line or taken things too much to an extreme?

Have we lost our minds?
Have we become irrational or insane?

Imitating the seasons
Trying to mirror the natural forces and cycles of life.

And we fall behind
We are lagging behind in progress or development.

When I crossed myself
When I made a religious gesture of crossing my body.

Is when I crossed the line
That was the moment when I went too far or crossed a boundary.

I could see the storm
I could sense that trouble was coming.

I had my dagger drawn
I was prepared for a fight or battle.

I just needed a reason
I was waiting for an excuse or justification to react or respond.

Something natural
A reflex or instinctual response.

But something wicked came
But something evil or morally wrong emerged.

And we turn like a hog
We move in circles like a pig on a cooking spit.

On the spit of our lives
On the axis or center of our entire existence.

And the ceremony swells
And the tradition or ritual grows and intensifies.

And our eyes burn bright
And our vision or passion becomes intense or emotional.

But there was never a reason
But there was no real justification or explanation for our behavior or actions.

This is part of the fight
This is just a component or element of the larger struggle or conflict.

So come on
Let's do this together.

Oh come on, come on
Let's motivate and encourage each other.

Bring it on
Let's challenge each other and face our obstacles head on.