Open Book

Cake

She's writing she's writing she's writing a novel



She's writing she's weaving conceiving a plot



It quickens it thickens you can't put it down now



It takes you it shakes you it makes you lose your thought



But you're caught in your own glory



You are believing your own stories



Writing your own headlines



Ignoring your own deadlines



But now you've gotta' write them all again.



You think she's an open book



But you don't know which page to turn to



Do you



You think she's an open book



But you don't know which page to turn to



Do you



Do you



Do you



You want her, confront her, just open your window



Unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch



You want it, confront it, just open your window



All you really have to do is ask



But you're caught in your own glory



You are believing your own stories



Timing your contractions



Inventing small contraptions



That'll roll across your parlor's hardwood floors



You think she's an open book



But you don't know which page to turn to



Do you



You think she's an open book



But you don't know which page to turn to



Do you



Do you



Do you



You think she's an open book



But you don't know which page to turn to



Do you



Do you



Do you



Do you