Tell me how you get your words to flow,
Tell me how your verses sing...

They say I should be sad,
They ask why I'm not crying...

Probe your dreams,
Tainted with belief...

(Meant to be read quickly)
My boyfriend makes me daydream...

Manicured fingers and French-tipped toes,
Board straight hair and an artificial nose...

It used to feel so special
When you tightly grasped my hand...

Attempt to say it,
Come on, try...

They're curled up tight, they're painted white,
The toes fit in the socks just right...

You strike me as the kind of boy
Who exaggerates the world...

I don't want to [breathe],
If you don't [breathe] with me...

I've got all the inspiration
I need to write this song...

I love how you'll come over for dinner,
End up doing my dishes...