She had fun in life
While I just wrote poetry
And she would laugh at nothing until it was something
While I just wrote poetry
She would dance, because she wanted to dance
And I wrote poetry
And she would smile, that redeeming smile
And I wrote poetry
And I wrote poetry
And she couldn't write me a card
Not the sentiment, not the poise
Just a statement of the obvious
And I thought that was all
And I broke up with her
Because I thought she was empty
And so I sit and write poetry
About how great she was
How I would write on a page
While she wrote on the world
