you said would you write a story about me
what're you gonna tell them, what're you gonna say
i said, baby i would write a novel probably
i have that many words, you did that many things to me
how do i organize such a feat
just put my pen down, start writing
you been in my head now so much for so long
i could tell a happy story, i'm gonna sing some sad songs
you are a muse, i am the person who muses
you're a tale worth telling, i'm the person to use it
you were my love, you held my heart up, you fueled it
now i'm just a writer again to be fueled on my own
i have written stories for ya before
but i was hesitant to end 'em then as i have been hesitant to admit this is over
i will write more
did you know i picked my pen back up, remembered what i was here for
how is it that in that love with my heart so happy my words dried up
couldn't i have had both of us
you gave me a lot but i gave me a little, i relied on you, you the bow to my fiddle
still my strings they did not sing that much
you were a beacon and i was a ship seeking shoreline
and i made it safely thanks to the safety of your light
but just like a seaman, i had to be leaving your side
and like every lighthouse should, you still shine
and like every writer would, i will still write