Pour It On

Wrong place, wrong time" is a phrase I'm attached to
 Chisel it on my stone Mama 'cause it has to
 There's moments when strife in life eases its grip on me
 There's joys I've lived unknown to divinity
 I try to see the beauty in every bruise
 I've been huntin' these peaks and valleys for the spooky muse
 Its gift unwrapped by all is the weight of time
 I can never go back and change this life that's mine
 Pull me down from my mountain
 Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world
 Kick out the stool as I reach higher
 High and low is all the same to me, girl
 I can take it on, my heart is full
 Spilled and filled by the well in June
 So pour it on, pour it on me
 Pull me down from my mountain
 Clip my wings when I'm on top of the world
 Kick out the stool as I reach higher
 High and low is all the same to me, girl
 I can take it on, my heart is full
 Spilled and filled by the well in June
 So pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me
 Pour it on, pour it on me