"Whichever chapter covers now, I'll crease the corner
And see you out of the light, the flatters all I've heard about"
Take the shine off the chandelier and bring down each crystal clear
You were born of this, I was grandfathered in here
This is why the street-smart don't speak
I don't envy a writer's life
The peaks too sparse, the swings too wide
Plus the phobia of knowing nothing's ever the last time
"I'm aware why you stay," she choked
"Somewhere I settled for being your choir
And no longer of the fire at the end of your rope
If that work was meant to be
It shouldn't snap every switch just to reach me
Let my parents pay for my mistake in peace"
My hands cover over the keys
Because who knows when the next chance will be?
You picked your poison, obviously
It's in the paragraphs it's paining me to read
What good was this dedication?
I was the wrong inspiration
I'm leaking the bitterest of fuel