CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Newton’s First

Just existing ain’t enough
So when it comes to my own birthday
I’ll forgo the bags of stuff
For a chance to prove I’ve earned them
Just a fork, a knife, and cup
So I can eat my words and swallow all my pride

And Newton’s first mistake
Was telling me that I could drop your heart
And it would never break
Like an apple from a tree
It might get bruised but it would take
Something greater than just gravity
To crack its little walls

And if you give me twenty bars
I’ll write a hit
But give me love and I’ll mishandle it

Newton’s second son
Made his home there in the shadow
Of the handsome older one
Made an outline for a life
He could be proud of when it’s done
Made his name but kept it strictly to himself