Black Pens and The Sunday After.

and I know everything is all about your perfect image.

 

 

He said he didnt want me to go away

but we all know that what boys say

and what boys mean,

are two different things

 

and the taste of ink,  is corrupting me.

 

He's makin smoke signals on his cigarette

and I'm just focusing on trying to forget

SOS, somebody make the call

cause I've got a feeling this sky's gonna fall

 

He said he didn't want me to go away

But I'm busy worrying on what I'll say

to try to keep the load light,

and make it through the day

 

and the taste of ink, is corrupting me.

 

His feet got tangled up in all those wires

walking through the land of liars and amplifiers

and I know that everything I mean will never be said,

because I told him If I had to choose I'd rather be dead

 

And He said he didnt want me to go away,

but we all know that what boys say,

and what boys mean

are two different things

 

and the taste of ink,

is corrupting me.

Author's Note

It sounded really cool when I sang it on my guitar,
and now reading it on the page looks really dumb.

If you sing it to the guitar and beat of yourbiggestfan by NevershoutNever!
its perfect

Reviews

[Zatoichi]

It reads like a great song so put the Chloe beat on it!

[Jessica M.]

i like the image of "making smoke signals on his cigarette"
beautiful.