Running Out Of Ink - Barenaked Ladies

I stopped into a club, I thought I’d see a show

Everyone was there, at least everyone I know

Their knickers in a knot, their hands upon their heart

The best they’d ever seen, the greatest work of art

I wished that it was me

It’s bleaker than you think

I’m running out of ink

Give a guy a break

This is what it takes

To drive a man to drink

A party at a friend’s

Toronto’s coolest scene

I thought I’d bring a tape

To show them where I’d been

They listened for a while

The lyrics made them smile

They said that it was fine

Although it’s not their style

I said it wasn’t me

Once upon a time

They couldn’t get enough

Until I made it big

And that’s when it got rough

Disappointed, no

Perhaps a bit surprised

To look them in the face

And see it in their eyes

They wish it wasn’t me

I used to hold you close

You used to tell me things

You never told a soul

Until you heard me sing

The details of your life

Condensed into a song

The neighbor and his wife

Work out and sing along

And you can’t look at me

Could song be an alibi

A lyric replacement for falling in love

But now that the well is dry

I can’t understand what I’ve been singing of

Do you know what it is to love?

To really love?

To really love

Do I?

I cycled by your house

I saw you on the lawn

I see you all the time

Now that you are gone

I tried to call your name

But something made me stop

I called you once a day

Until you called the cops

And told them it was me

I filled a plastic bag with everything I wrote

I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float

The water made it sink

The bag was bleeding ink

I wished that I could swim

I wished that I could drink

I wished that it was me