C'mon

Bleeding from felt pens Our minds drawn to innocence Angst grows, as does the allure But torn up and twisted I must've missed it It all folds in with your origami words. C'mon C'mon Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind C'mon And to gorgeous and pretty Phrases that kiss me I reply in favorite clumsy rhymes Like "Love is the greatest But Love's knife is famous And stabs at you with calligraphy lines" C'mon C'mon Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind C'mon But love... love's never worked for me As I stare alone at my silver screen But still I'd... I'd trade it all I'd trade it all for just one more chance C'mon C'mon Don't shoot the writer; keep me in mind C'mon