I lift my pen into my hand
The paper looks like a few straight grey lines
Drawn across a white page
That was a simile
Pretend it was a good one
And so this verse has made me happy...
Happy

There's poetry here
There's poetry here
There's poetry here
There's poetry here

I put my head into my hands
This song resembles a really hard-to-do
Thing that's hard and stuff
I am no good at prose
I thought my songs would be better
It's sort of poetry I'm happy...
Happy

There's poetry here
There's poetry here
There's poetry here
Poetry here

And my words are just supposed to
Fit rhythm and to rhyme
Maybe I should think it out
But I just can't be bothered to spend the time

There's poetry here
There's poetry

There's poetry here
There's poetry here
There's poetry here
Poetry here