Ready, Able - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm going to take a stab at this

Surely we'll be alright

Make a decision with a kiss

Maybe I have frostbite

And when I shuffled on back home

I made sure all of my tracks in the snow were gone

Tissue and bones it was a tryst

This isn't a gunfight

Checking it off of my list

Unable to rewrite

Five years, countless months and a loan

Hope I'm ready, able to make my own good home