10,039 times you have left me standing in an Autumn rain
A wretched wet, archaic heart feeling the fool for having stayed
Anxiety is the great writer of fiction, I have Pulitzers on my wall
But if the author's intuition is on, please rescue me from this fate
I don't want to live this way any more, find the scribe, rewrite the chapters
Cuz this ain't the life that I thought I would be living
I've cast a classic roster of villains and they all look a little familiar
I can't believe they treat me this way, they're so cruel and they once were so tender
A little lifetime of unyielding lashing might explain how I got here
Before you know it my fiction is history, can you rescue me from this past?
I don't want to live this way any more, find the scribe, rewrite the chapters
Cuz this ain't the life that I thought I would be living
But I am the author here, I am the writer of scripts
Read the fiction my mind is writing and you will see the mess I'm in
You will feel the fix I'm in
Now the funny thing about all these stories is that none of them ever come true
But the author's busy, and keeps on writing, anxiety is a powerful muse
Conducting daily meditations that these fears won't come to fruition
But if the fiction gets a little momentum, please rescue me from this fate
I don't want to live this way any more, find the scribe, rewrite the chapters
Cuz this ain't the life that I thought I would be living
And I am the author here, I am the writer of scripts
Read the fiction my mind is writing and you will see the mess I'm in
You will feel the fix I'm in
You won't believe the place I'm in
and I'll play it all over again
(c) Stanfield