I guess your ring is more comfortable on my right hand
it was a little bit too big for my left
But now I miss it cause' I fidget with it less
And probably the only time I ever fully gave myself away
was to a flat-chested freckled-face in fifth grade
A couple skate late nights seven or eight
I never cried as hard as when she went away
I got dumped via telephone
alone I rode my bike around the lake
like a penny spiraling down a funnel
towards a big whist-charity
I lost a part of me, I lost a part of me, I lost a part of me
Cause' now I'm cold and I sing "I don't care"
In too many songs, and I don't long for you
I long for television characters

Have we traveled too deep into the black arts to get back?
To witches of white and kiss without curses cast
I have seen your darkness and I can't unsee it

Well maybe my real concern is with imperfection
I mean this ring isn't exactly round
and my fingers aren't straight they aren't even the same sized

But the more I sing the thicker my voice gets
and the harder it is to break it
So I can always break it
As my range expands the louder I get
I can be heard by more people
Maybe they understand how I hear so music
But only abuse it, cause' on its way out I always lose it
And honey I love you even if I don't show it
Cause' I'm full of life but I just don't know it


Lyrics submitted by NoEulogy

The Black Arts song meanings
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