I’m not the type songs get written about
I’m the other side of the pen
What I am
Is not what I was then
Each chapter has been immortalised
But only by my own creativity
Because I keep that gift to myself
And none of these little artists
Procure proximity
I can only admit these secrets
In the dark gloom of my solitude
I wish I graced the covers
And had ambition that followed through
I’ll never tell you none of this
It’ll come straight to the grave
I’d love to be the hero
But the poet’s never that brave
Fabled intuition deceives me
Nobody, not even I, believes me
Intimacy’s just become creepy
So I disappear into my scenarios
Mostly on the nose, keep you on your toes
Bullshit about love and life
Why is it
I’m just one of these little artists to you?
Not even worthy
Of a like
I can only admit these secrets
In the dark gloom of my solitude
I’d even do a pop tune at this point
Or pose nude
I’ll never tell you none of this
It’ll come straight to the grave
I’d love to be the hero
But the poet’s never that brave
I might sell a mug or two
To a mug or two
Don’t worry about the rent
Or I’ll play these shitty gigs
That pay a couple quid
And no one will hear I word I said
I’ll say the biggest stage
Ain’t even in my hopes
Or maybe I’ll make it there
Finally everyone will care
And I’ll get strung out on dope
I can only admit these secrets
In the dark gloom of my solitude
See me reaping all the accolades
Make the whole room jump and move
I’ll never tell you none of this
It’ll come straight to the grave
I’d love to be the hero
But the poet’s never that brave
I know I’m so infrequent
Tiny transient being
There’s a million of me out there
And a million you’re seeing
Can’t secure the label
Can’t shake one either
Another little artist
Chucking chance into the ether
I’ll never tell you none of this
It’ll come straight to the grave
I’d love to start a new chapter
I’d love to turn that page
I’ll never tell you none of this
It’ll come straight to the grave
I’d love to be the hero
But this poet ain’t that brave.
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