Cluttered apartment with the radio static
She's in love with the art
Hates the man behind
Making love to fill the time like an addict
She's the best writer you've never heard of
Met her at drive in midnight movie
Shouting at the lovers in lust with her poetry
She keeps him around for the misery
She's the best writer you've never heard of
Chaplin projected on the living room wall
Has no idea what this guy's trying to pull
Painting her in colours as a way of control
But she's the best writer you've never heard of
Strikes him down with a line from the bible
Strikes him down through the thrift store table
She's typing away erratic and unstable
'Cause she's the best writer you've never heard of
Gets it off his chest and out of the drawers
He thought she'd follow him through the trap door
But now she's got him wondering
What it was all really for
She's the best writer you've never heard of
Laughs in his face and picks up the tab
Whispers in his ear while sitting on his lap
It's the heartache in our art that's gonna make it last
She's the best writer you've never heard of
Picks up his brushes and inspiration
Runs to the nearest bus station
Well he too should have used the disintegration
She's the best writer you've never heard of
