oh my dear what has happened to us
it's not clear and all i hear are
those buttons clicking and clacking
spelling outwards and what i'm lacking
it's some sense of purpose for you
fuck your stories i'm leaving it's true
all your prose all your one act songs
were never meant for me
with your nose in a book
it's hard to know how i feel
all those pages and messy piles
writing songs in old borne styles
and the cigarette that hangs from your lip
i hope it kills you
because it kills me
just to sit inside all day
and have you look away
towards the window
the giant oak tree
i'll be a cloudy memory
with your nose in a book
it's hard to know how i feel
so let it be known
my boyfriend writes plays
and i'm leaving him
my boyfriend writes plays
and i'll walk away
my boyfriend writes plays
so i'm leaving him
my boyfriend writes plays
and i'll walk away