who's that talking in the library
who's that talking in my library
is that you
no i won't put you out
cuz what would this place be without my muse
nothing special
every book in here i wrote
some i'm not too proud of
some i wish i could burn
so many pages i wrote
wish i could revise them
but there's no erasing
and the best advice i got
was keep writing
and keep living
and keep loving
(oh lovin lovin lovin)
and when the ink dries
and the pages turn to dust
so will we
turn to dust
so will we
dust dust
who's that laughing in my library
who's that laughing in my library
is that you
no i wont put you out
cause what would this place be
without your smile
nothing special
i fell in love with you girl
you let yourself inside
with no respect for privacy
you said there's too much on my mind
then you ripped out a page
and set that shit on flame
i quit writing
i kept living
i kept loving
and when the ink dries
and them pages turn to dust
so will we
turn to dust
so will we
dust dust
