You with an empty page and a quiet rage,
Feel the doubters creeping in,
Reach for the savoir-faire but it isn't there,
The whole façade is wearing thin.
Are the cracks about to show?
If they were how would you know?
Should you try and soldier on,
If the appetite is gone?
And is lying to yourself,
Really such a crime,
Words get thrown away.
When did you fix your ways?
Is it just a faze?
Well that's not so hard to believe,
There are rumours in the room,
There are harbingers of doom,
Say you've done a Kerouac,
Say you're never coming back,
But we won't loose any sleep,
'Cause talk is cheap,
Words get thrown away,
Thank you, not today.
There are rumours in the room,
There are harbingers of doom,
Say you've done a Kerouac,
Say you're never coming back,
But we won't loose any sleep,
'Cause talk is cheap,
Words get thrown away,
Thank you, not today.
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