Books

So they say only good wine leaves a stain
On the shirts you put aside for memorable days
And your father never warned you about my habits
Like my penchant for bad magazines and video games

They're the easiest problems to recognize
I'm the books you're tired of reading
The stories all the same
And the mess between the covers never change

All these moments caught in paragraphs and frames
Fade like perfume lover's clothes left out in the rain
All the change that's been collecting in my pockets
I spend on gum balls, fake tattoos, and gold plastic lockets

They're the everyday treasures you demonize
I'm the books you're tired of reading
The stories all the same
And the mess between the covers never change

And the lights you don't want to turn off
Burn out all the same
And you'll stumble into the same walls again and again