F# I should write down these words before I lose them Or write you a song just to use them B F# B F# Someday you may wanna know who I am, B F# B F# Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand B C# F# No I am not a writer These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths I am all I am, all I was to you The lie and the promise, the great escape artist The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding Where I am not a liar Chorus: B F# B F# I am the fighter though not a boxer by trade B F# C# F# I am the fighter few will remember my name These are hands that can offer protection But hid me from my own reflection I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning The spark that starts the fire Chorus B F# With loneliness next to me feels its misery C# F# nursing another black eye D#m G# On the New Jersey turnpike counting the headlights B C# Those cars just like days pass me by Chorus: I am the fighter though not a boxer by trade I am the fighter few will remember my name I am the fighter though not a boxer by trade I am the fighter a fighters born but not made I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them Or write you a song just to use them | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# D#m F# G# B |