Running Out Of Ink

I stopped into a club, I thought I'd see a show Everyone was there, at least everyone I know Their knickers in a knot, their hands upon their heart The best they'd ever seen, the greatest work of art I wished that it was me [Chorus] It's bleaker than you think I'm running out of ink Give a guy a break This is what it takes To drive a man to drink A party at a friend's Toronto's coolest scene I thought I'd bring a tape To show them where I'd been And listen for a while The lyrics made them smile They said that it was fine Although it's not the style I said it wasn't me Once upon a time They couldn't get enough Until I made it big And that's when it got rough Disappointed, no Perhaps a bit surprised To look them in the face And see it in their eyes They wish it wasn't me [Chorus] I used to hold you close You used to tell me things You never told a soul Until you heard me sing The details of your life Condensed into a song The neighbor and his wife Work out and sing along And you can't look at me [Chorus] Could song be an alibi A lyric replacement for falling in love But now that the well is dry I can't understand what I've been singing of Do you know what it is to love? To really love? To really love Do I? I cycled by your house I saw you on the lawn I see you all the time Now that you are gone I tried to call your name But something made me stop I called you once a day Until you called the cops And told them it was me I filled a plastic bag with everything I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float The water made it sink The bag was bleeding ink I wished that I could swim I wished that I could drink I wished that it was me [Chorus] x2