So brooding and tortured So why can’t you write a single good line to save your life

Say nothing it’s fine, your talent is wavering,

And your pedestal is short 

You are small 

I wish you were a dreamer like me

Then maybe every once in awhile you’d think about how we could have had it all 

I’ll move to Arizona
I’m sorry, calling you a liar is selling you short 

I may be a lot of things, but at least I keep my word 

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