During a lull (your choice, not mine)
You asked what I wanted to be
So I told you the truth;
Replied ‘writer’ to the pillow
"Tell me a story"
And I laughed and said no
That does not bode well,
Now does it? – a writer with no words
Or one who just can’t form proper thoughts
What kind of story were you looking for?
What kind of girl did you want?
I swear that I’m dying
But I could work with some guidelines
Did you want to hear how lonely I am?
Did you want to know that you’re filling some void
I didn’t know I had
– I think I might be trying too hard
So I’ll just whisper some lies
And you can watch them spew from my lips
I know you’re impressed
But what did you expect?
I mean, you’ve ended up with second best