Wait until your hands look old
In the sparse light of the screen
Then pour out all the things you need to say
But you don't really mean
And never stop
Write line after sordid line
Just know you're not saying a think
And wait for the understanding
That such falsehood brings
And never stop
If you write long enough
Maybe the words will start to matter
So you think
Pour some whiskey if you have to
If it makes you feel more real
Express all the thoughts
That you just can't help but steal
And never stop
It's the fable of this night
That in the end will really matter
So don't think
And never stop