Letra da Música: Young Fiction Writer - Kind Of Like Spitting

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?