Look at the pictures and things you keep
And look at the comforts you seek
And take on the day
And talk to the girl
And go back to sleep
Hold up your hands to the walls they build
And hold up the line for the till
And take on the day
And talk to the girl
And keep the receipt
Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse
Is really one of your tattoos
And it's become your muse
I know, you think your head is snow
Can't take another blow
But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think
Become the change you seek in the world
And become someone to diverge
And take on the day
And talk to the girl
And take to your feet
Answer the questions that pain you still
And answer the phone if you will
And take on the day
And talk to the girl
And passively tweet
Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse
Is really one of your tattoos
And it's become your muse
I know, you think your head is snow
Can't take another blow
But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl and
Take on the day and
Talk to the girl
Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse
Is really one of your tattoos
And it's become your muse
I know, you think your head is snow
Can't take another blow
But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think
Your bruise, that you're convinced is a ruse
Is really one of your tattoos
And it's become your muse
I know, you think your head is snow
Can't take another blow
But it's not quite as touch-and-go as you think
Take on the day
Talk to the girl