I hope that you like it
I really do
But honestly this pleasure
Is meant for me

A pleasure I wont feel guilty for
Something I’ll always adore
I need this pen here
A need that I fear

Pain is plenty
Love is few and far between
Pretty words are all I can say
Do you have any idea what I mean?

I can write what I mean
Or I can write a bullshit lie
It depends on my
Intentions for the day

All I need is a single thought
A tingle in my brain
That would drive me insane
If I didn’t write it down for you to see