Southpaw

Cracked knuckles, and my fists
Are bandaged up for the fight
Am I ready?
There’s the bell
How many rounds can I go?
And how can I soften the blows?
Can I avoid them altogether?
But my heart isn’t in this
I’m supposed to be a seasoned fighter
It feels like my first hit
(and it hurts like…)
I didn’t see this coming anyway
(yeah, it hurts like hell)
So don’t tell the crowd…
Black eyes, black threads, and bandages for the fight
Who are the odds on
Me or him?
How many tricks do I know?
And how can I soften the blows?
Or can I avoid them altogether?
But my heart isn’t in this
I’m supposed to be a seasoned fighter
It feels like my first hit
(and it hurts like…)
I didn’t see this coming anyway
(yeah, it hurts like hell)
So don’t tell the crowd
But I’m gonna let my guard down
You’re the only one now
My heart isn’t in this
I’m supposed to be a seasoned fighter
(I'll let you take me)
It feels like my first hit
And it hurts like hell
(I'll let you take me)
Black eyes, black threads, and bandages
(I'll let you take me)
It feels like my first hit
And it hurts like hell
(I'll let you take me)
My heart isn’t in this
I’m supposed to be a seasoned fighter