Young Fiction Writer Lyrics

Save face and leave, before she gets mean. You know how to act, you scripted the scene. This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts. Whatever invalidates the mind reading smile. Now ask yourself quietly, (you're a bright breathing funeral) Was it worth all the agony? Your last fairy tale. A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the table. Perfect simple positions like the truth you've learned to bend. Now ask yourself quietly, you get worked over nightly by the brutal reality of your last fairy tale. Young fiction writer, you tried to live inside her. Depending on paper to save you in the end. Now ask yourself quietly feel free to answer honestly. It's OK you're alone now, was it worth one less friend?