Once on a brown paper bag My pen would drag It was curved and torn But it's the only place my words could form.
I told a story A story so long that most would be bored But the people who cared for me Retraced every word.
I spilled my secrets Within its crisp folds I don't need this Bag or the contents it holds.
So I'm giving it to you And you need to remember Everything is true And it's all yours forever.
So handle it with care And study it well All of me is there And there's nothing I don't tell.
Oh, you can't find the story? Look inside If you're a true friend to me I have nothing left to hide.
So thank you for listening and Fuck you for whispering I know whos real.
And they actually wanted to read this.
~vivi
