the verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls

i wanted to write you something poetic about your eyes and a sunrise
or your porcelain skin and our weekend long stints
i've ust got a bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure
and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure

for all your long days and your sleepless nights
and the way your roomate leaves on the lights
i've just got a bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure
and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure

i'll smile at the pictures on my wall
and pretend you're doing the same
hum the songs we used to talk through
and hope you remember their names

play the theif and steal all your favorite lines from record sleeves
to make you smile and forget when you need to leave
i've just got this bit of writer's block baby, that's all i'm sure
and when it's done, you'll have the prettiest song, the most potent cure