Paper: for adelaide

Dear Adelaide I must confess I've seen the colors of that man and they're darker than the ones in his hands.
Oh Adelaide I do implore, please don't cry anymore he's not worth crying for.
It looked so good on paper yes it looked so good with words.
But child you must learn even the best damn poetry crashes and burns

Oh Adelaide, what good is a loaded gun, when you're just shooting at paper, you're just shooting at paper.

My Adelaide it's dawned on me there's nothing left to define you have to improvise all your lines.
Oh Adelaide my soliloquies couldn't bring that man to his knees and they did nothing good for me, they did nothing good for me.
It seemed vile, it seemed so unkind, the end to a once poignant story.
But on the paper it lies, a straight black line through glory glory glory.

I wanna save you, save you from the heart that he beats you on.
Save you, save you from the heart that he beats you on.
You know he blessed your name, he blessed your name,
I've got the whole thing down on paper.

No good comes of a loaded gun when you're just shooting at paper,
you can't change what he wrote, you can't change what he's done unless you're good and gone.
so put down your gun.
What good is a loaded gun when your just shooting at paper, you're just shooting at paper.
Oh Adelaide, what good is a loaded gun, when you're just shooting at paper, you're just shooting at paper.
You're just shooting at paper.