Protagonist

[Verse 1] She stole my daydreams, she stole my air guitar [Exterior. Man on lawn, alone at dawn.] Packed the typewriter and drove off in her car [A battered automobile drives past state line sign.] [Chorus] And now I know that I'll rue the day I let her get away I need a haircut I've got myself to blame [A gloved hand spins a combination dial Quickly opening a large wall safe.] [Verse 2] He wasn't so fine to my beginner's mind [Motel. The other man, severe, refined.] But with that big talk, I should have seen the signs [Woman enters and they embrace. He packs duct tape, rope.] [Chorus] And right on her he was fixing his aim He pushed me out of frame I need new head shots I've got myself to blame [She spins her ring to hide the diamond in her hand And drops a gun into a small beaded purse.] [Bridge] Know the diff between a script and a spec It's a test, just the stage directions left And no camera angles to use A novice script may seem strange in this format But like any other business It's a standard that the writer gets used to [Chorus] My scenes are cut out, I'm just on speaker phone For exposition, I'm out here on my own And as the night falls on this sleepy town The iris closes down I missed my close-up I've got myself to blame [Refrain] I've got myself to blame I've got myself to blame