Hand Print On Our Hearts

Hearts on our Skin
 they, they tell me I'm better off
 I puncture and wound and bleed
 to me it's a portrait
 a journey of self discovery
 to them, that's never really the case
 how 'bout we sing it while showing it all?
 these colors are my stories
 and a riddle for them to unfold
 dotted lines to find my way back
 marking crimes to find my way back
 keep track of time
 yes, I am different
 they, they tell me
 like I'm some kind of dead beat sinner
 I know what you're thinking
 it's not their place
 no they don't
 news flash to y'all
 there's a reason why gold doesn't glitter
 it's for the wanderers not to get lost
 you see pieces that are strong does not wither
 but thrusting deep roots
 just makes it better
 dotted lines to find my way back
 marking crimes to find my way back
 keep track of time
 yes, I am different
 these lines are sacred
 these colors my banners
 this is us, this is me
 proud to wear our hearts on our skin
 beautiful moments kept, every moment seized
 broken promises, lessons to keep
 life to welcome and life that leaves
 yes, this is us, this is me
 proud to wear our hearts on our skin
 proud to wear our hearts