UniversalThreads

“History books”

You wrote me into your history
And out of your life;
I guess I’ll take what I can get.

Am I just a muse–
Something convenient to use
To set their tongues on fire?
Why are they singing our song
At the top of their lungs?
They’ve got the story all wrong.
Tell the world your secret.
I can’t keep the truth
From being lost in the smoke
Or wrap myself in what you wrote.
But I’ll keep it, I’ll keep it.

Do you feel butterflies inside
When you sing those lines
Or has time taken feeling from memory?
Giving your words away for others to feel
Your heart’s wiped clean
When you sell the meaning.

Do you eat up echoes from the crowd
Shouting out our secrets now?
This isn’t how I thought I’d learn
What was in your heart.
I don’t want to wait for the public sale of your soul.
Trash your lines and give me something more to hold.
I’ll keep it. This time I’ll keep it. 

Circa 2006-07