The Writer

You wait for a silence

I wait for a word

Lying next to your frame

Girl unobserved

You change your position

You're changing me

Casting these shadows

Where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted

By the heat of the sun

Trying to prevent

What's already begun

You're just a body

I can smell your skin

And when I feel it

You're wearing thin

But I've got a plan

Why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay

Why don't you be the writer

Decide the words I say

Cause I'd rather pretend

I'll still be there at the end

Only it's too hard to ask

Won't you try to help me

Sat on your sofa

It's all broken springs

This isn't the place for

Those violin strings

I try out a smile

And I aim it at you

You must have missed it

You always do

But I've got a plan

Why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay

Why don't you be the writer

Decide the words I say

Cause I'd rather pretend

I'll still be there at the end

Only it's too hard to ask

Won't you try to help me

You wait

I wait

Casting shadows

Interrupted

You wait

I wait

Casting shadows

Interrupted

You wait

I wait

Casting shadows

Interrupted

You wait

I wait

Casting shadows

Why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay

Why don't you be the writer

Decide the words I say

Cause I'd rather pretend

I'll still be there at the end

Only it's too hard to ask

Won't you try to help me

Why don't you be the artist

And make me out of clay

Why don't you be the writer

Decide the words I say

Cause I'd rather pretend

I'll still be there at the end

Only it's too hard to ask

Won't you try to help me