Copycat

Writing the rundown rewind- in someone else's time

Tell me that's not right

Be the only ones on or off the cuff who isn't

Counting the phrases and floods

The landing's not enough rotation of

Your words into mine on or off the cuff who isn't sighing

Cut the ending and sink the mold

I'm done taking stage directions till the page is cold

Mirror no wonder you're always almost ready for the sun

Writing the rundown rewind

Your words into mine on or off the cuff who isn't sighing

Cut the ending and sink the mold

I'm done taking stage directions till the page is cold

Who owns it anyway

No one owns this place