I'm picking my battles So I don't have to fight all the time Life's killing you slowly isn't it? This road is a long hard climb It was on a February morning I got that letter from you You wrote I've gone cold and that I walked in small shoes And I could see by that way you wrote it that you were furious The ink was scattered on the paper but it didn't look hideous It was kinda beautiful how your anger informed the work I didn't feel bad about it, I didn't feel like a jerk From my point of view there were two at the dance And every time you dance you take a little chance and Life goes up and down The world spins round and round Was I right or wrong? Don't know - but life goes on I'm picking my battles So I don't have to fight all the time Life's killing you slowly isn't it? This road is a long hard climb It was on a February morning I got that letter from you You wrote I've gone cold and that I walked in small shoes So I tried buying boots but they had none in size 13 Then I went online and you just popped up on my screen, You had found another guy Better looking than myself But these days looks are overrated That's what my momma always says Was I right or wrong? Don't know - but life goes on I'm picking my battles So I don't have to fight all the time Life's killing you slowly isn't it? This road is a long hard climb I'm picking my battles So I don't have to fight all the time Life's killing you slowly isn't it? This road is a long hard climb