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