Open Book - Cake

She's writing  she's writing  she's writing a novel 
She's writing  she's weaving  conceiving a plot 
It quickens  it thickens  you can't put it down now 
It takes you  it shakes you  it makes you lose your thought 
But you're caught in your own glory 
You are believing your own stories 
Writing your own headlines 
Ignoring your own deadlines 
But now you've gotta' write them all again. 
You think she's an open book 
But you don't know which page to turn to 
Do you 
You think she's an open book 
But you don't know which page to turn to 
Do you 
Do you 
Do you 
You want her, confront her, just open your window 
Unbolt it, unlock it, unfasten your latch 
You want it, confront it, just open your window 
All you really have to do is ask 
But you're caught in your own glory 
You are believing your own stories 
Timing your contractions 
Inventing small contraptions 
That'll roll across your parlor's hardwood floors 
You think she's an open book 
But you don't know which page to turn to 
Do you 
You think she's an open book 
But you don't know which page to turn to 
Do you 
Do you 
Do you 
You think she's an open book 
But you don't know which page to turn to 
Do you 
Do you 
Do you 
Do you
Artist: Cake
Title: Open Book