Old Montreal Video (MV)

I've got ink in my skin
From days that I can't recall
My feet were heavy, dragged them through the streets of old Montreal
My French was shaky at best
And my hands followed suit
I tried to learn the language better then I'd kick it with you

It's a sign I'm wearing thin
F*ck sticks and stones
I need thicker skin
It's doesn't matter
Why would it matter
When your spine's not straight
And your confidence is shattered anyways

If the powers that made me
Decided I would f*ck this up
How am I gonna make things right
(Tried and true, this will never be home)
If you're trying to hate me
I think that I could help you out
You're never gonna get things right
(I can't bring it up without falling apart)

I've got ink in my skin
From days that I can't recall
My feet were heavy, dragged them through the streets of old Montreal
My French was shaky at best
And my hands followed suit
I tried to learn the language better then I'd kick it with you

What you quote unquote create
Falls short of praise,
So start to hate
They don't matter
Why would they matter
Their opinions leave your ego feeling broken and battered

If the powers that made me
Decided I would f*ck this up
How am I gonna make things right
(Tried and true, this will never be home)
If you're trying to hate me
I think that I could help you out
You're never gonna get things right
(I can't bring it up without falling apart)

I've got ink in my skin
From days that I can't recall
My feet were heavy, dragged them through the streets of old Montreal
My French was shaky at best
And my hands followed suit
I tried to learn the language better then I'd kick it with you

I'm just trying to get better
I can't get my shit together for you
(If I learn the language better can I kick it with you)
I'm sick of feeling like I'm tethered
I can't get my shit together for you
(If I learn the language better can I kick it with you)