The frustrated writer
Sitting at his table
Waiting for his muse to come

The days hinge on one thing
One thing to remind him
One thing to inspire him again

But the story takes its toll
Breaks his soul
Leaves him nothing
To lean on the tragic side
Of the frustrated writer

And the story takes its toll
Breaks his soul
Leaves him nothing
To lean on the tragic side
Of the frustrated writer

In the morning you'll be gone
Take his soul
Leave him something
To stand on the tragic side
Of the frustrated writer

She came in on a cool breeze
And drifted out of one scene
A kiss that once involved you escaped

And the story tooks its toll
Breaks his soul
Leaves him nothing
To lean on the tragic side
Of the frustrated writer

In the morning you'll be gone
Take his soul
Leave him something
To lean on the tragic side
Of the frustrated writer
The frustrated writer
The frustrated writer
The frustrated writer