there is a story on my mind
that i wanted to share
but the ink won't stain
on the sheet that i stare
been putting my head upside down
reading books of any kind
but there is nothing to be found
inside this messy head of mine
i wonder what's it gonna be
a fantasy of truth, perhaps
or a series of life mishaps
or a novel of crap
no matter what story
that i wanted to tell everybody
all that matters,
there is you in it
