I'm a line in a song
Blacker than ink,
On the whitest paper
Five or six words,
Not even long
I know I'm just
A line in your song

Erase me my poet
Rewrite me later
I promise I
Will fit in better
I don't know if it's
Right or wrong
I know I'm just
A line in your song

But sometimes at nights
When you're feeling lonely
You bring me to life
Breathing me slowly
You hold your guitar
I lay in the drawer,
And hear you play me