I stole his girl
And now he's going crazy
I was always the one
His perspective was always hazy
He thought she loved him
But she endured him
He thought shed never leave
But then she met me

He's on the run
On the run
From his dreams
His dreams
But she's on me
She's on me

I've never had too many regrets
I think what you do should be over
And when it is, you gotta learn
But he'll always be her little gopher
Running around for her
Making money just to spend it all
Because he's on her tail
Setting himself up to fall

I feel bad
I guess I do
But it ain't me
It's you
And then it's me too

I was sitting on a train with my pad and a pen, trying to write a poem. I had no title, but I had written down the first line

...I was sitting on a train with my pad...

A man sat opposite me.
After a minute or so of scanning his paper and throwing cursory looks in my direction
he enquiried "What are you writing?"

"I'm trying to write a poem about a man trying to write a poem on a train
who gets asked by a stranger 'what are you writing'.

"Can I be in it?", asked the stranger opposite.

"You already are", I replied.

The train pulled out of the station.