You loved to have the artsy girl As if I were a statue to twirl 'These are her paintings and she reads so **** much' I remember how your praise made me shy away and blush
I remember you saying I grew kind of lame Looking for a reason I'd rather stay home and finding only my books to blame But books were not only to fill a void the most beloved on my list of things to enjoy And I'd rather be addicted to pages where lovers and enemies coexisted Than watch you cancel out the darkness with any random kind of liquid
And I'd rather be the paper girl Than to down yet another drink that in my hand I swirl Losing its sparkle just as fast as I lose my mind I wish I'd stayed home and simply read through the night