Song Without A Chorus

Well there’s sand in my book

From writing on the beach

Trying to find a song for you

That the ocean can only reach

And this beach is getting wider

Than my train of thought is long

And each little grain of sand

Is probably some other asshole poets song

So i’ll try to get this right

Before the sunburn says i’m wrong

Says i’m wrong

I keep on shooting clever guns

That blow up in my face

And what good to say i’m sorry

When it’s time it won't erase

All the times I hit erase

On every word you said to me

Then I just covered it up

Like dogshit on a pretty city street

Just to not piss off the neighbors

You know it’s wonder I can't sleep, I can't sleep

Well a song without a chorus

You know this is my first attempt

Because that would only bore us

And the title would go limp

And all these words just keep on shooting

Out my pen just like a gun

And i’m aiming at your ears

Trying not to come undone

Cuz you love the smell of gunshots

And the company of one.. that’s no fun

Well they’ll probably say this sucks you know

But I don’t really care

And I used the “gunshot” word

So it won't get on the air

While those rappers do a driveby

And smoke crack and thank the lord

While this white-bread singer songwriter

Has had to stand here looking bored

While i’m at it, I should probably mention

That all the guns I used in my

Songs were fake…

Not real… they’re plastic..

Now fuck… get real… blast it…

I still love you