In the Library

Lines are falling out of place
Words just make no sense at all
David’s looking at my face
He knows I don’t read no more
With a book in my hand
I don’t feel so good you know
It’s your eyes
People going to the beach
Building castles in the sand
Some are taking out a book
Let a writer give a hand
Why can’t I read de Beauvoir?
I don’t know man
It’s your eyes