Dear songwriter
Did you take my muse
I know that crooked hat
She gave me one too
Maybe she gave up and walked away
Tired of me and the same chords I always play
Dear songwriter
You can have my pen
To make it write
Light a match and heat up the end
Press down hard, that use to work for me
Now I'm scarred where the hooks
Dug into my memory
I know you see her
I hear it in your songs
The melody destroys me, the harmonies are strong
And no cliches like ones I play
When she's gone
Dear songwriter
When you see my muse
Tell her I want back all
The notebooks we used.
The worn-out ones
That we filled with ghosts
The haunted ones that we would
Always use the most
You can keep that stupid hat
I never liked the way it sat
Besides the irony was lost on me.
Dear songwriter
When you lose your mind
I'll take back all the things
That once were mine