From the Kerrville Highlights:
So she's lost inside this novel
Somewhere between 200 pages
She knows the characters by their faces
She lives the dialogue line by line
And if she could she'd never finish
She don't even know the title
Pulp Fiction or the Bible
Either argument could stand
Chorus 1:
I don't breathe anymore
She gives the world her final notice
This is what words are down here for
Let's give them the benefit of purpose
She enters the world of the paperback man
The streets are all fiction, just believe what you can
I pick up her suitcase, declare who I am
Pleased to meet you, I am the paperback man
I am the paperback man
bridge:
I will never let you down (down)
I will never let you down (down, down)
And now she sleeps beneath my blankets
Her skin is warm her flesh inviting
It feels like I'm the one who is writing
It feels like I am the one who is real
But a crooked man is (a)waiting
He's in the ink that marks these pages
He's in the writer's blood and he rages
He is a killer with eloquent lines
Chorus 2:
I don't breathe anymore
She gives the world her final notice
This is what words are down here for
Let's give them the benefit of purpose
She's entered a world of the paperback man
The streets are all fiction, just believe what you can
I'd kill to protect her cause that's who I am
Pleased to meet you, I am the paperback man
I am the paperback man
On the Boston, not Austin Chorus 2 goes like this:
If I could breathe, I'd do more
I'd beg the editors for justice
Is this what words are down here for?
To kill her off from some highrise office?
She's entered a world of the paperback man
The streets are all fiction, humanity's band
I'd kill to protect her cause that's who I am
Pleased to meet you, I am the paperback man
