Young Fiction Writer Lyrics - Kind Of Like Spitting

Save face and leave, before she gets mean 

You know how to act, you scripted the scene 

This film's more a short, a monologue of sorts 

Whatever is invalidate the mind reading smile 

Now ask yourself quietly 

You're a bright breathing funeral 

Was it worth all the agony 

Your last fairy tale? 

Scribble out the trite words, on paper always smarter 

Looking for the video locked in your left brain 

A string of stealth encounters, making sex under the table 

Perfect simple positions, like the truth you've learned to bend 

Now ask your friends quietly 

You get worked over nightly 

By the brutal reality 

Of your last fairy tale