A Song Derrick Wrote About Me

"Sounds" By Derrick Calloway
Hear it Yourself

I'm so tired of falling back on the premise that I pin with a thumbtack
On my wall now it's full of scraps, notes, a book I never wrote

Even though I always said I would, it's a chapter away from calling good
So it stays in the keys of a typewriter, in the moment I left it he's kissing her

On the lips just like the novels do, fingertips and sparks in the blue bayou
In the warm summer night they steal away

But that's just a tale you tell your friends, in the moonlight this is how it ends
And I can't lie to you anymore, I'm not sure

And even though you layer on thick, the covers of your bed leave you sick
And you just can't escape the cold

The city waits, drags you down, in the streets and all you want is self-assurance