I found stories in my head
About you, about her, about him, about me
Dusty, lusty tales “based on a true story”
Which if you look closely implies fictional content
All stories had the same name: “Reality”
I believed that story ‘bout
The stories in my head
These stories were the walking dead
Images composed of the compost of lies
I defended myself against the thrust of these stories
I descended upon you on behalf of these stories
I intended to disarm her in light of these stories
I believed every word of
The stories in my head
Truth was stranger than fiction
When I realized I’d a choice
To not listen to the voice of
These stories in my head
They even told me as a lad
It’s not real, just a story, not that bad
But I forgot and poured my soul inside
The stories in my head
Tonight I cried as I said
I have discovered these stories in my head
Trying to lead me to conclusions
And add to my confusion
By standing side by side with truth
Shouting “choose us we make more sense
Than any truth you thought you knew”
But what I Know as true ‘bout me
And you; such purple prose is bull
My serene green’s sad and blue
When I buy the bill of bads bade me by
The stories in my head
Not to be confused with sleepy bedtime books
They’re more like trashy novels
These gory boring horror stories
All unhappy endings and renderings
Of two dimensional characters unfleshed
Cardboard cutouts giving the lie
To too much protested “truth”
Time for a yard sale, let the 10c stickers
On these dog-eared potboilers tell the tale
Predictable plots with endings seen coming miles away
I’ll tune out the drone of the monotoned clone
Who babbles this doggerel all goddamn day
Consign to dust the crusty fust of
The stories in my head
