I write poetry for you I travel, travel for you You know I'd turn the insides out for you My tongue can be so cruel Alcohol induced fool Please understand that everything's for you But when I'm gone Will you think of me as your first love Or a lover that led you astray? I take pains to see you smile There is beauty in a while But a while can break and leave me trapped like now Where I wonder what you fear I fear you may wonder And I miss you with three esses ev'ry day But when I'm gone Will you look at my photograph Like I look at yours to get drunk? I think my poetry's running thin