Book Off the Shelf

I'm tearing books off the shelf, I'm only trying to hold it together

I'm telling lies to myself, withstanding all kinds of weather

I see my friends all around, I know they won't be here forever

I gotta leave this town, fly on the wind like a feather

I'm telling lies to myself, you can't tell me it's nothing

I've got to dream for myself, it may or may not be something

There's so many distractions and actions, contractions and side effects

And the last one to ask for the answer has got up and left

I've got your book on my shelf, I ought to bring it back to you sometime

I've got a song that I wrote you back then, but today it ain't worth a dime