The Poet

Teachers used to call you the poet

Your words were like a uniform

I told you my name and you wrote it

Carved it on a bathroom door

You insisted on being crosses

The ink went dry and stained my skin

I pretended that they were kisses

That's why I always let you win

Just spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now

So spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now

Think it's worn me down

You said you had sent me a postcard

But you've already been back a week

I've started relying on co star

Said your words were never meant for me

Just spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now

Just spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now

Think it's worn me down

Think it's worn me down

Think it's worn me down

Think it's worn me down

So love me

Love me

Love me

See all I

Could be

Could be

Could be

These books are left so

Empty

Empty

Empty

The poet's gone how could he

Could he

Could he

So spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now

So spell it out

Write it down

Because your words mean nothing now