Greyson Chance - Hemingway, 74 Rue De Cardinal lyrics

I'm no Hemingway in Paris
Sketching stories in the rain
I don't dream in masterpieces
No I drown it in champagne
I thought we'd make it to the end
I thought I'd be a better person than I am

I'm no Dylan in the Village
Putting typewriters to shame
I've got stacks of empty paper
I've got nothing to my name
I want to tell you how I feel
I wish my heart was not
Afraid of what is real

And oh, if I find myself again
Will my soul be disappointed in my skin?
And oh, if I find my revolution
Will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?
I hate I'm leaving you
With no words left to say

I'm no Joni in the canyon
Painting pictures with my voice
I'm not out back picking flowers
No I'm screaming at the choice
I thought I'd love you to the end
I thought I'd be fucking better than I am

I'm no Hemingway in Paris
But I'm drunk to say the least
Thought if I could find some distance
In the silence, I'd find peace
But I'm still fighting in this war
When I know victory ain't
What I'm looking for

And oh, if I find myself again
Will my soul be disappointed in my skin?
And oh, if I find my revolution
Will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?

And oh, if I find myself again
Will my soul be disappointed in my skin?
And oh, if I find my revolution
Will I be triumphant or will I be ruined?
I hate I'm leaving you
With no words left to say

There's no slip of the tongue
When I don't have one
A vacant declaration as a vision of the end
I'm in Oak Park, Illinois
Dreaming about the rue du Cardinal
Broken Merlot bottle catching sunrise
On an edge i'm no Hemingway, I'm no
Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless
Baby i'm no Hemingway, I'm no
Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless
Baby i'm no Hemingway, I'm no
Dylan, I'm no Joni, I'm just speechless
Baby