Back in the Ring - Chris Pureka

Call.

Calling out.

Calling it off.

And now, just lie in the bed that you’ve made.

Trying to leave/break/walk away, but it’s hard

when you’re holding my hand,

holding my heart in your teeth.

And if I’m not your love, if I’m not what’ll I be?

Oh I’m seeing stars.

Years, come down,

cut like an anchor

through the mud and stone,

just dragging behind.

Oh my god.

Get up, get up, get up,

put the gloves back on,

back in the ring,

get up, get up, put the gloves back on,

get back in the ring,

hit the ground, nothing comes easy,

gloves back on, back in the ring, hey, hey…

I’ve been here before but I still can’t talk myself down.

Yeah, I’ve see the view from the cliffs and the catacombs.

With my arm in a sling, my lonely heart in a jar,

until another day, oh I’m seeing stars.

Years, come down,

cut like an arrow,

through the heart and bone,

I’m dragging behind.

Oh my god.

Get up, get up, get up,

put the gloves back on,

back in the ring,

get up, get up

put the gloves back on,

get back in the ring,

hit the ground, nothing comes easy,

gloves back on, back in the ring hey, hey.

One more time, back in the ring…