Oh my dear what has happened to us It's not clear and all i hear are Those bu*tons clicking and clacking Spelling outwards and what i'm lacking It's some sense of purpose for you f** your stories i'm leaving it's true All your prose all your one act songs Were never meant for me With your nose in a book It's hard to know how i feel All those pages and messy piles Writing songs in old borne styles And the cigarette that hangs from your lip I hope it k**s you Because it k**s me Just to sit inside all day And have you look away Towards the window The giant oak tree I'll be a cloudy memory With your nose in a book It's hard to know how i feel So let it be known My boyfriend writes plays And i'm leaving him My boyfriend writes plays And i'll walk away My boyfriend writes plays So i'm leaving him My boyfriend writes plays And i'll walk away