Hemingway, 74 rue de Cardinal Greyson Chance

[Verse 1]
I'm no Hemingway in Paris
Sketching stories in the rain
I don't dream in masterpieces
No, I drown it in champagne
I thought we'd make it to the end
I thought I'd be a better person than I am
I'm no Dylan in the Village
Putting typewriters to shame
I've got stacks of empty paper
I've got nothing to my name
I wish my heart was not afraid of what is real

[Chorus]
And oh, if I find myself again, will my soul be disappointed in my skin?
And oh if I find my revolution, will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?
I hate I'm leaving you, with no words left to say

[Verse 2]
I'm no Joni in the canyon
Painting pictures with my voice
I'm not out back picking flowеrs
No I'm screaming at the choice
I thought I'd lovе you to the end
I thought I'd be fucking better than I am
I'm no Hemingway in Paris
But I'm drunk to say the least
Thought if I could find some distance
In the silence, I'd find peace
But I'm still fighting in this war
When I know victory ain't what I'm looking for