Pen thief, i sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers

I'm hooked up to poison iv and my pulse is irregular
My body convulses and pain hides behind my eyes
Subtle floods of fluid collect on the floor in the form of blood puddles
My lungs are sponges, and this pen is a tunnel
For the flesh that i squeeze into the mouth of my funnel
I whisper my reports to the candles in private
And try to protect my property from pirates properly
When and if the plan of attack hatches
Parts of my brain are stained by black patches
And i calculate the extent of my sickness
By sub-dividing the depths of despair by thickness
My ideas incubate under my tongue for weeks
Are born, and take form in my cheeks
When i say when and where, then measily
Crumbs become banquets easily
Blankets wrap themselves around shivering swimmers
A promise sits on the burner and simmers
I stroke the breast of yesterday morning
Whirlwinds listening for the early warning system
Applying pressure to joints to crack its sockets
And shove the stolen pens into my jacket pockets
Four in the morning, biting through pencils
And makeshift writing utensils

Because i'm a pen thief
I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers

Pen thief, i sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers

All i need is a pen to be self-sufficient
Watch my language when the hands reach the twelfth position
I rob from the blind when i got no choice
And think to myself in a robot voice
My hard covered rhyme book complete with gold trimming, to write in with pens that i take from old women
Even if it means a black eye and a swelled lip
It goes with the territory for a felt tip...pen theif

I sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers
Because i'm a pen thief, i sit with my back to the television
Thinking deeply, watching the ink seep into the page
The wars i wage are fought to the finish
With written symbols and nimble fingers. pen thief