i don't know where i've been

i can't recall if i'm wearing thin

i don't mind if i'm lost

i don't mind if i'm tired and frail and lost

i left a man in my wake

resented him for what he had to say

i don't mind that i'm alone

i don't mind that my heart, it carries stones

my heart, it carries stones

i told it all, unedited

i told it all like i remembered it

they interlocked and then they fled

and met again, but the love they'd made was dead

i am no historian

i'm prone to error in the records i give

i am proud of what i feel

i am proud that my skin is tempered steel

my skin is tempered steel