Doesn’t matter what dreams come true
Doesn’t matter which one shatter
It’s getting hard to make this puzzle fit
Hard to get a laugh in all this chatter
And it doesn’t make much difference despite what folks suspect
Last time I checked, these words don’t have much effect
But I’m grinding away crunching the letters
Adding up the losses like all the other debtors
In hock to their necks to one of those train wrecks
We call love

CHORUS:
So we’re at it again
Me the paper and the pen
‘Cause sometimes it’s just all you’ve got
And it’s a pity, but it’s fitting,
This song’s for her, it was my best shot
If it goes on the radio if it ends up in the bottom drawer
It’s all because of you pretty crimes
Wasting my breath, wasting my rhymes
Am I wasting my breath, wasting my rhymes

Rack ‘em up, and back ‘em, up line ‘em in a row
Little words a tumbling, stumbling as they go
With any luck you’ll make up more
And she’ll quote them back to you and ask
"Are they really just for her?"
Run her fingers through her hair and purr
She’s oh so flattered, but unsure
Just who she loves