Make-Believe in Yourself Lyrics

My Muse says, "What the fuck are we doing?

Everything you put down comes out wrong

It's all too depressing- no one wants to hear these things in a song."

I reach over to kiss her; She threatens my guitar

I say, "It's just where I am.Would you rather be in Rochester?"

"Other monkeys learn things make tools, swing from trees

I've lost you in the animal for a million years."

Maybe someone's questioning-someone desperate as me

Feeling the burning- we could share the heat

I reach over to kiss her she twists my hand

"better do this without me-make-believe in yourself"

In the cafe of men the beards are burning

Theoretical women-scratching, bleeding ink

I could sing their stories, revolutions, and appeals

Could go on without feeling a need to be more real