Lame, lame, lame, lame
Lame, lame, lame, lame

Written down, written down
I read your words and how they worked out to mean somethin' else
Frustrates me now
In my head, a chart that lists all the plot threads I found
And while some did work out
A small few? Nothin'

That hook was worthless, isn't fair
To waste all my time on a plot that went nowhere
And now both brows, they furrow down
Guess your thought train didn't quite depart
And so your brain just moved onto other parts
All my hopes now have been thrown out (lame)
Lame, lame, lame, lame

Lay this out, lay this out
The book did turn out pretty good, I'll buy more, no doubt
But if they're found
To also have a very sim'lar problem, my reaction won't differ
Hate when out of existence, a plot point goes blip
So rude that it's stand-alone, dude
Why would you say there's no part two?

That hook was worthless, isn't fair
To give three chapters to a plot that went nowhere
And I'm so down cause that blows now
I went through each page waitin' for somethin' more
Of that one part that felt neat, seems after page four
It no-showed, wow, wasted hope now (lame)
Lame, lame, lame, lame

Hook was worthless, isn't fair
To set up an intriguin' plot that went nowhere
Boy, I groan loud, though I don't doubt
That this mistake is the smallest part
Of a novella you put in your whole heart
I'll still moan how that part blows now (lame)
Lame, lame, lame, lame

That hook was worthless, isn't fair
To push me seat-edge for a plot that went nowhere
It's not so sound to fail so now (lame)
Still got ten pages to read, I got (lame)
Mildly distracted, true, but I bet my socks (lame)
It's twist-low now (lame), that would blow now (lame)