Today I wrote a book
There was nothing to it
And no one saw the point
And then I had a look
Across this empty room
I saw you buried deep within
The pages of your life
You told me things were hard
And there's so much left to do
Between your school and work
With your mom on your back
While your dad's out having a smoke
He hadn't answered me in so long
A part of me grew worrisome
He must've liked the book he read
Or maybe it just f*cked with his head
Maybe I was born to sleep
My dream's a fairytale
Unlike any told before
And while its late at night
I dive into the life
That I wish that I had made
You make me who I'm not
Draw me up in your mind
A perfect picture I can't paint
Between my lack of skills
And the world's greyscale
In which I seem to see my life
He hadn't answered me in so long
A part of me grew worrisome
He must've liked that book he read
Or maybe it just f*cked with his head
Read me, tear me
Open me wide
There's so many things
So far in this life that I have tried
I wake up every morning
I crawl out of bed
Your voice from the night before
Still echoes in my head