stolen words

all i am is stolen words...
overused clichés
and last week's newspapers feeding the fire
inside my eyes.
emptiness is my middle name
loneliness is my only friend,
sharing a glass of desperation
with all the other losers at the bar
on a tuesday night at 2am.
and when you try to talk to me
i'll have a blank expression on my face
as i write down your words in my memory
so i can pass them off as my own next week.
but don't pretend for a second
that you haven't already done the same thing.
all i am is stolen words...
all i have are stolen words.