All of the books On my shelf are unread I keep them there So that they will impress When you come to stay You'll be swept away
As you thumb through the spines I'm sure that you'll be mine When your eyes rest upon Miranda DuLisle She's a fiery way with words Or so you have heard From your friends
And, what will you do With those hopeless two Both pretending to be literature lovers instead
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They can print a thousand pages All the paper filled with words And a multitude of metaphors That I have never heard Makes no difference to me In the end, well, I'll say "I've read it all"
But as the weight of these words Start to settle in my mind I'll never wait for a person To genuinely find Something deep inside myself Something more than just the books on my shelf
And, what will you do With those hopeless two Both pretending to be literature lovers instead
All of the books On my shelf are unread I keep them there So that they will impress When you come to stay You'll be swept away
And me, I am just like The books on my shelf You have never read my cover I have never read myself There are words to be saved, and, Words to be erased
And, what will you do With those hopeless two Both pretending to be literature lovers instead Both pretending to be literature lovers instead