To Write Content

You can call this coming clean or the repeat of what you know
 About the struggles I once had as I'm learning to let go
 I made a pledge to myself, if I was to raise my voice to be direct
 As I can be no matter what I may destroy
 But I can't say I haven't aged
 I've outgrown what I used to be
 I won't fake what is expected to succeed with album three
 (That's not me)
 Does this mean that the words won't come?
 Does this mean that I'm at my end?
 If my joy comes with the price of my love
 I won't pay if I have to pretend
 There's always a chance to relapse and fall back
 To the person I still fear is there
 So if this ink will suddenly run out
 I'll refill if I feel the need to share
 It was the fall of last year in New York City
 Day two of a tour, when my friend Johnny said
 "Hey, I'd like you to meet Andy."
 We got to talking and connected on some things
 Mutual friends and how his band started writing
 But then something was spoke, I knew exactly what he meant
 I understood when he said, "it's hard to write content."
 And it still is, it still is
 But I won't take a step back though it might be for the best
 And it still is, it still is
 I know you asked for some advice
 They use your blood to capitalize
 So give up all your secrets
 To move units, display your weakness
 You might spend some years alone
 At the price of forgetting your home
 So expose what hurts you the worst
 The exchange deals a handsome return (Are you in?)