Burn After Writing

Here's to you
The same chords that I stole
From a song that I once heard
The same melody I borrowed from the void
I'd rather observe the structure and narrative
The characters are thin
The plot does not develop
It ends where it begins
I'm torn on the screen and paperbacks
In section 80 cul-de-sacs
Electro-acoustic joke sonnets
Are moving me along, along
You cut my ear
You left red ink everywhere
Do my eyes tell the stories they're boring?
You cut my ear
You left red ink everywhere
Do my eyes tell the stories they're boring you?
What I'd give to force your sigh
What I'd give to see you cry
What I'd give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Fall upon the floor
Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles and four years
I can't fight the flame
It burns
And it burns, and it burns, and it burns
You cut my ear
You left red ink everywhere
Do my eyes tell the stories they're boring?
You cut my ear
You left red ink everywhere
Do my eyes tell the stories they're boring you?
Words I'm wishing on satellites
I'll be out of the do not track
I'm just wishing the flame away