I've had hangovers I'll remember when I'm 70
Drunken moments I'll never remember
Memories pissed out with the alcohol
Vague ones that lay on the line of happiness and sadness
And still, the most beautiful idea in my mind is waking up sober

I've had fights where I was wrong, stepped out of line
Fights where I didn't take enough action, was afraid of the line
They took what was mine, I didn't keep what was mine
And now I keep the line close
I'll put the glass down and stand up from my seat if you don't shut up

I've had friends that took such ridiculous advantage of me
That I can only regret my passiveness, not their aggression
And friends who have gone above and beyond, to prove their friendship
To stick up and defend me, and I will always be in their debt

My whole life I struggled to become an artist
To write, to tattoo, to create, to make
And now that I'm an artist
I realize the repercussions of being an artist
Every art has its repercussions and they are never pretty
I have to write before my hands are broken
Tattoo before I go blind
Work and work
So I can secure what is mine

I'm finally an artist and suffering the repercussions