Words On Paper


Found the note on table when I got home from work

Next to unpaid bills and pictures overturned

Be lying if I said I wasn't hurt

That you weren't there but that's what I deserve

You gave your reasons for leaving but they didn't quite fit

Always knew how to talk around things you couldn't admit

Wish I could hear your voice so I wouldn't have to guess

Which transgressions we should have confessed


Words on paper don't mean a thing

Not in the way you wrote them it's the way you sing

Easing young hearts or arrows you're slinging

Could be anything or nothing depends how you read them

By the time you dictate out your lines the moment for us will be gone

Speak your mind so we can find a way to move along


It's a contract for work, an airline ticket

The book you read or the letters you didn't

Note on the fridge, an apartment listing

Cigarette box saying change how you're living

The sonnet you wrote on your wedding day

Or divorce papers come to take it away

A line on the check says it'll all be fine

Or the signature telling you the loan is declined


Things you might have read a thousand times seem different coming out of your mouth

Hope that once was held as certain has now been put in doubt


Words on paper don't mean a thing

Not in the way you wrote them it's the way you sing

Easing young hearts or arrows you're slinging

Could be anything or nothing depends how you read them

By the time you dictate out your lines the moment for us will be gone

Speak your mind so we can find a way to move along


A handwritten poem or a typed out phrase

Didn't ever matter that much on the page

It'll carry the ink or go up in flames

But the way you think, it was all the same

Symbols of advantageous claim

Or records of how long you carried the shame

Won't even call me out by name

But the quiver in your writing shows who's to blame

Think I'll take the hit and call it fair game

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