"Whichever chapter covers now, I'll crease the corner And see you out of the light, the flatters all I've heard about" Take the shine off the chandelier and bring down each crystal clear You were born of this, I was grandfathered in here This is why the street-smart don't speak I don't envy a writer's life The peaks too sparse, the swings too wide Plus the phobia of knowing nothing's ever the last time "I'm aware why you stay," she choked "Somewhere I settled for being your choir And no longer of the fire at the end of your rope If that work was meant to be It shouldn't snap every switch just to reach me Let my parents pay for my mistake in peace" My hands cover over the keys Because who knows when the next chance will be? You picked your poison, obviously It's in the paragraphs it's paining me to read What good was this dedication? I was the wrong inspiration I'm leaking the bitterest of fuel