LYRIC FOR SALE

By McKinna Williams

(Intro)
Him?
I don’t have to read him like a playbook…
Because—
he lives in my notebook.

(Verse 1)
He lives in my notebook,
Between the lines I hide
Every page, I write him closer—
But I can’t say it out loud in real life…
I trace the совп—coincidence in his character,
Laugh it off like, “God… oh my…”

(Pre-Chorus)
If fiction’s the only place I’m brave…
Then why does it hurt when you turn the page?

(Chorus)
He lives in my notebook
But not in my arms
I rewrite the ending
But I can’t change my heart
Ink doesn’t tremble
The way that I do—
When I’m standing right next to you…

(Verse 2)
I could have something with him
Deeper than my pencil could go
That’s something I’m sure of—
Something I know…
I don’t need to draw lines
Just to make him smile someday—
I just look at his face…
And I lose what I was gonna say…

(Chorus)

(instrumental drop into vocals)
He lives in my notebook
But not in my arms
I rewrite the ending
But I can’t change my heart
Ink doesn’t tremble
The way that I do—
When I’m standing right next to you…

(Bridge)

(dreamy, emotional peak)
Him…
In my daydreams…
The notebook version comes to life
I plan it out—every scene, every line
I can be brave, I can make him mine…
But only where the pages let me try.

(Final Chorus)

(soft → powerful)
Him…
He lives in my notebook
The boy of my dreams
I never knew I needed
I rewrite the ending all I want—
But that won’t change my heart…
Won’t change reality.

(Outro)

(soft, fading)
Him?
He lives in my notebook…
And he’s all I want…
(instrumental fades out