I tried to draw a picture on this page
but it's now erased, and that's the end
this paper won't let me take chances on people or pencils
or places I've never been
as perspective now eludes me
the shapes disappear from my mind
like the look in your eyes
when you signal the softest goodnight
may you dream tears of joy and delight
or anger and sadness if you like
but me I've got nothing but
lined paper in my sights
it's all one emotion, the rest and commotion
the starting and the stopping of your heart
while I sit hunched over the mean old lined paper
lacking the will to commit acts of art
as perspective now eludes me
the shapes disappear from my mind
like look in your eyes
when you signal the softest goodbye
may you cry tears of joy and delight
or anger and sadness if you like
but me I've got nothing but
lined paper in my sights
I couldn't draw anyway
so why did I bother today
to dig out the mean old lined paper
that takes my ideas and steals them away?

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