My Boyfriend Writes Plays

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