The Final Song

Got writers block and I can't stop thinking 'bout you

So nothing's changed in a couple years

Maybe we could share another few?

But no, you're to leave

And soon

So I'll just cry

And repeat the same lines

In every damn song of mine

And you'll go out and of course have fun

And I'll be out telling everyone

That I once knew a girl with hair like flames

And I got to close and couldn't bare the pain

Then she got up and ran far away from the city

To a little country town where it's a lot more windy

In hopes to find another boy

Who is the one

And when they get bored

She'll sit him down and she will draw him in every single style

His face, his arms, his eyes, his palms

Anything to beguile