I'll sit here and write you
Another love song.
Sappy words in red.
This white paper
With it's blue lines,
Contain now, a thought,
A meaning.
That no one understands.
My sugary sweet lies,
To you, I have fed.
Time and time again,
You'll be on the cover
Of the Rolling Stone,
And never look back to my existence.
I'll send you your pain
In parchment and pen.
You sing me a fake,
Of now and then.
This time I'll close my eyes,
Drift into your voice,
So you'll never fade away.
Your hardcore times and
My hardcore lines.
They tell you to love her,
Just don't make her swoon.
But she's already fallen for
A meaning.
That no one understands