[Intro] A Million Made. Read the fine print. [Verse 1] They read the headline, I was living in the footnote Every little detail that they missed is what I took home Coffee on a pay stub, numbers circled twice Trying to make a week stretch past the price of a night Everybody got a picture of a man they barely know See the jacket and the keys, never see the places I go I learned to keep a little quiet when the room got loud Somebody always wants a story they can tell to a crowd I keep margin notes, names beside the dates A promise made on Tuesday that got smaller by the eighth No need to make a villain out of everybody who changed I just stopped lending out my time and calling it a favor [Hook] Read the margin notes, there’s more than what you heard Whole lives get reduced to a line or two of words You can tell it how you want, I know where I stood I was there for every page that you said you understood Read the margin notes, the ink is running thin There’s a little room to breathe if you leave the silence in You can skip to the last page, say you know how it ends I’m still writing where the paper bends [Verse 2] I got a call from somebody I ain’t heard from in a while Started with “How you doing?” took a minute to ask a ride I said, “Tell me where you’re headed,” heard a pause across the line Funny how a simple question can uncover what’s behind I’ve needed help myself; I know the sting of asking twice Know the difference when somebody sees a person or a price So I listened to the whole thing, told him what I had to spare Couldn’t drive him out that night, but I called to get him there That’s a line they’d probably cut if they was making me a myth Too plain for the picture, no dramatic way to spin it I’m a man who gets it wrong and sometimes gets it right Wrote that in the margin, then I turned out the light [Hook] Read the margin notes, there’s more than what you heard Whole lives get reduced to a line or two of words You can tell it how you want, I know where I stood I was there for every page that you said you understood Read the margin notes, the ink is running thin There’s a little room to breathe if you leave the silence in You can skip to the last page, say you know how it ends I’m still writing where the paper bends [Outro — drums cut] The part you skipped? That was the part I meant.
