Make-Believe in Yourself

My Muse says, "What the fuck are we doing?
Everything you put down comes out wrong

It's all too depressing- no one wants to hear these things in a song."
I reach over to kiss her; She threatens my guitar
I say, "It's just where I am.Would you rather be in Rochester?"

"Other monkeys learn things make tools, swing from trees
I've lost you in the animal for a million years."
Maybe someone's questioning-someone desperate as me
Feeling the burning- we could share the heat

I reach over to kiss her she twists my hand
"better do this without me-make-believe in yourself"
In the cafe of men the beards are burning
Theoretical women-scratching, bleeding ink

I could sing their stories, revolutions, and appeals
Could go on without feeling a need to be more real



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Writer(s): Robert Gaulke
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