So take a page from my book
Tear it out and crumple it up
Doused in gasoline and striking
The match against your patchwork skin
The ink bleeds off of these pages
Cauterized, I wish I could too
But now I am stuck picking at the scabs you left all over my body
So the scars never have a chance to form on me
Scratch the words
Skin, not paper
Blood will pool in the inkwell
This quill will never go dry
This quill will never go dry
This quill will never go dry
This quill will never go dry
Trace your fingers against the spine
Read the last page first
You'll still never know the end
Anonymous author
There's nothing to know
Just write your own story and find your way home
Can you hear me underneath six feet of pain and irony?
Despite pen to paper; unto myself, no favors
I'm an author of poor behavior
This story ends better for you
For me, quite f*cking bitter
I wish the keys weren't stuck so the story wouldn't end
But the ink will start to run if I don't put it on the mend
So keep on reading between
The lines are empty the space is nothing
So keep on reading between
The lines are empty the space is nothing
So keep on reading between
The lines are empty the space is nothing