Every poet wants to murder shakespeare
We
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Something
I
I
Of the things that went before me when i wasn
Every poet wants to murder shakespeare
We
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
There
She
Seems like she
But she
I sip a pint of beer and marvel at the magic
I must be as drunk as mister marlowe in his prime
I stumble through the shambles of my own imagination
Every poet wants to murder shakespeare
We
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Every poet wants to murder shakespeare
We
And everyone invents the world the day that they were born
Every poet wants to murder shakespeare...
