Now you've gone away

Overdramatic and underfed

To visions unheard of in any bed

I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside

Would calling be trouble? i bet it would be

Please greet the angel with courtesy



Full color pictures of a black and white world

A slow dissolve as a new scene's unfurled



I'm tired, so tired my jaw won't move

Never providing a method to prove

That we love typewriter

More than she'll know

Searching through cupboards to reprobate

The evil bestowed her when she was eight



No dollar signs in her asterisk face

Now just a hyphen, and i can't replace



Farewell, typewriter

I love typewriter

More than he'll know

Oooh, oooh



Who said that being in one place was dull?

I never answered when my arms were full



I'm never competing with history again

I'm never to write on typewriter, my friend