Dear Richard

Dear Richard,
I wish that I could stay in the picture
I know you wrote this part for me
The man you thought that I could be in pre-production
I wish that nothing would have changed
We talked so perfectly together
when the light was strange
but in the light of days, we discovered we could not sustain the roots
What else can you say when the life
that you choose gives you the blues?
Dear Oscar,
I need to find someone who can play
a boxer with a fast pathetic smile
and a voice like honey
and I don’t care about the money
I can feel the pressure how it’s boiling up in the vein
Now I’ve lost my muse
What else can you say when the life that
You choose gives you the blues?
It’s not enough, it’s never enough
It’s to keep pretending
I could die on the street a thousand
times and never get your perfect ending
I know it will be a beautiful,
spectacular triumph if they ever get the cast to push it through
What else can you say when the life
that you choose gives you the blues?