The Poet's Dead

It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
You'd finally realize what I hide inside
A soul that has hurt and cried through cheats and lies
I'm sorry dear, but that's behind these longing eyes

Given how much time you spend equating your own head
You really shoulda known by now what it takes to love
For you I will bite my tongue and hold you if you need someone
The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead

Darling let's take the time to evolve past
These nervous laughs, be comfortable through our silences
Like a scientist with his experiments
Just waiting on reactions on reactions

Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
Like all of us socialists, born to hope, raised to fail
I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead

It's not just that I was scared back then, I was scared of when
You'd finally realize what I hide inside
I'll dress up in my western wear, you'll dress like you don't care
The poetry, it's in your head, it's in your head

The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, though the poet's dead
The poetry is in your head, is in your head

(The poetry is in your head) though the poet's dead
(The poetry is in your head) though the poet's dead
(The poetry is in your head) though the poet's dead
(The poetry is in your head) though the poet's dead