Shorthand Video (MV)

I don't speak carefully
I choose my words while I grind my teeth
Brevity wasn't made for me
It can't cut quick to a guarantee
You're remembered by your written word
And justified by your fighting words
Save your breath
Forgo your death
Just to hear your own dying words
I don't believe in coincidence
It's uninspired in the present tense
It's fate, free will, or circumstance
But I want to
I'd be happy to compose the scene
I'll write its letter with my hands and ink
Destiny is a clever thing
But I want to, I want to
Write it down, strike it out
I can't read your shorthand
Write it down, strike it out
I can't read your shorthand