Blame the Muse

Let's throw these flowers in the river
And watch them eddy down and away
And let's send this argument with them
And reset this whole day

You want to hear everything I have to say
But not in the words that I choose
You rewrite my lines, miss every time
And then blame the muse

Let's not rage so bitterly into the night
Then when the sun comes
We cower like dogs in the light
Just blow the candle out and get back in this bed
It's not the end yet

Your voice is the voice of the saints
It changes us all who can hear
And everyone caught in your net is happy to be here
So why do you want to piss off the angels
Who faithfully hand you your cues
You fumble your lines, miss every time
And then blame the muse

Let's not complain about the long black night
Then when the sun comes
We cower like dogs in the light
Just shoot the candle out and get back in this bed
It's not the end yet

When you're here, we're up all night
And then when you're gone I can't sleep
Either way it's always almost day
And I'm burned down deep

Let's not rage so bitterly into the night
Then when the sun comes
We shield our eyes from the light
Just blow that candle out and get back in this bed

It's not the end
Exhausting man
It's not the end