Pen To Paper

Oh, sit back and listen in I'll tell you a little story don't know where to begin Close your eyes and imagine with me I'll paint a little picture in your gallery Tellin' more lies, bend the truth I guess that's what you call a spoiled youth I'm all right, but a bit uptight Just keep me busy on a Saturday night All your moping Giving me sorrow >:(Now you're leaving I had a feeling, oh When it's over, tell it to me like it is Tell it to me like it is! Forget about the story I was gonna tell I crumpled up the paper, threw it into a well, oh That's just the way that life does go How anyone gets by, shit, I don't know Rhythm blocks from an itchy head Spill from pen and paper till the day I'm dead I'll wrap them up in a melody Sing it to you drunkenly All your moping Giving me sorrow Now you're leaving I had a feeling, oh When it's over, tell it to me like it is Tell it to me like it is! (You told it to me in the dead of the night Swung out my hand as I lit up my light "Share a cigarette with me before I go" I had to say yes, diggin' a bigger hole) (You told it to me in the dead of the night??"Trust in the town where warm lads fight"?? I had to say it before I go "I'm too young to feel this cold!") Now you're leaving I had a feeling, oh When it's over, tell it to me like it is Tell it to me like it is!