Save face and leave, before she gets mean
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You know how to act, you scripted the scene
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This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts
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Whatevers invalidate the mind reading smile
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Now ask yourself quietly, you're a bright breathing funeral
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Was it worth all the agony, your last fairy tale?
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Scribble out the trite words, on paper always smarter
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Looking for the video locked in your left brain
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A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the table
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Perfect simple positions, like the truth you've learned to bend
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Now ask your friends quietly, you get worked over nightly
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By the brutal reality of your last fairy tale
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Young fiction writer, you tried to live inside her
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Depending on paper to save you in the end
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Now ask yourself quietly, feel free to answer honestly
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It's okay, you're alone now, was it worth one less friend?
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Young Fiction Writer
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| Kind Of Like Spitting |
