Fountain Pen

Please don't hate me for the words she made me write
She's been talking to herself all night
Her trembling hand is steady now, thoughts coming clear
She's leaving you one last souvenir

I am her only fountain pen
The birthday gift you gave her back then
I can't count the times she picked me up and put me down
But she's writing rain tonight the way the ink is pouring out

Her words say, "you are out of time"
They lay across the page like a field of mines
No way out between the lines
I can't stop her from writing it's the end
I am just a fountain pen

Like a jet-black arrow flying from her hand
I signed your names the day you traded wedding bands
And Italian summer postcards, late night letters back at school
Notes of devotion by two crazy loving fools

But tonight she's asking how it all went wrong
Drawing lines straight to all you could have done
Question marks in margins hanging heavy, so cold
One exclamation point closing in to take its toll

Her words say, "you are out of time"
They lay across the page like a field of mines
No way out between the lines
I can't stop her from writing it's the end
I am just a fountain pen

Her pain is out of hiding, she can't fake it anymore
The ink from my lips draws you a goodbye kiss
Then she packs me in her suitcase, pins the letter to the door

Her words say, "you are out of time"
They lay across the page like a field of mines
No way out between the lines
I can't stop her from writing it's the end
I am just a fountain pen

And I can't stop before it's over, the end
I am just a fountain pen