Spilled Ink

You are a pencil
That cannot erase
You leave your marks
Like tears on my face
I am a pen
That's run out of ink
Nothing to write
Nothing to think

You leave your marks on me
Bruises blue and black
You leave your marks on me
And I do nothing back
You leave your marks on me
What am I to do?
You leave your marks on me
And I leave nothing on you

Someday I'll find someone
Who'll only know how to erase
Who'll leave no marks
And dry my face
Someday I'll find someone
And then I'll make you go
Someday I'll find someone
Who won't sink me so low

Someday my ink'll be refurbished
But I will not leave hateful marks like you
My ink will be refurbished
And here's what I will do
I'll draw you out of my life
And draw somebody better in
I'll draw you out of my life
And find someone to erase your marks of sin

Because I am a pen
Who will find their ink
Because I am a pen
Who needs to say what they think
I am a pen
Who will no longer be left blue
I will live happily
Unmarked and without you