tired of my fucking muse
politely i say, please get out of my head
i can't count the adjectives i drew up
to place you
to erase you
i swear that every line i rhymed since i met you
i may have scrawled but you put in place
i swear that every single mistake that i made here
has been some fucked up way of making it through
don't get me wrong
i am crazy
i have always been crazy
but i have never been so in the wrong
god, i thought the drugs i did
left a stamp on my brain
but your's is in invisible ink
i'll never find it
i'll never get back sync
tired of my fucking muse
politely i say, please get out of my head
all the beautiful things i've written of you
they make me sick
they make me confused
when i lay down to sleep
all i feel is those scarred arms
that took away the evil inside
so i get up and paint the walls
a color that will calm the withdraw
you'll only fucking have me
when you cannot fucking have me
but you know you'll always have me
reluctant lover
that's why the beautiful things
they make me sick
they make me confused
you make me confused
my fucking muse
oh, look
i've made another poem out of you
