challenge:famous last words
he said he could never speak for himself, that his emotions were always best expressed by second-hand songs. he said he could never think in paragraphs or rhymes, that his spoken-word lines always came out wrong.
there's memory-copied lyrics on his bedroom wall, and the credits in the record booklets lie. but he's not lazy, no, he's not at all. his hands know intimately the way paper crumples up. he's tried, oh, he's tried.
but now, now he's just too tired.
dear-, he scrawls out. but joel always finishes his sentences for him.
dear unfaithful world, or whoever reads this-