Even Odd Smiles Are In This Season

This story is being written
With every breath in my being
Escaping through my fingers
And trembling on the keys
The trick, the trick is
To pretend I'm not writing you at all

Let's get me an education
Let's get me some kind of degree
I saw an agenda in a wastebasket
By the corner of your university

This story is being written
With every breath in my being
Escaping through my fingers
And trembling on the keys

I'm wearing my favorite shirt in the mirror
It's got blue patches on the sleeves
And the typewriter's typing away in the next room
Like a sadistic fax machine,
Wait, holy s***, I can't breathe

Is this my last weekend?
These words feel like the end of the world
I think the trick is
To pretend I'm not writing you at all

Like I would anyway
I would anyway