Is there a song I haven't sung?

Is there a word I haven't spun?

Is there a phrase that isn't cliche?

A pretty face that hasn't won?

Is there a place I haven't been?

Is there a city I haven't seen?

Is there a bed that I haven't slept in?

Or am I just like every other man?

I used to be a poet

And now I'm a boy

So if you see my muse

Can you tell her I'm confused?

Can you tell her I refuse to be

Her project...

There's an architect

She's got designs on me

Not sure if she'll build me up

Or demolition brings me to my knees

There's an architect

She's got designs on me

Keep out! Danger zone!

We're building my tomb, you see

I never thought it'd be like this

I never thought that it would stick

I thought by now it'd be a hit

I thought by now that I'd be sick

I thought by now I'd have a clue

But then I wouldn't be your muse

I wouldn't have to pay my dues

I wouldn't have to be the boy

There's an architect

She's got designs on me

Not sure if she'll build me up

Or demolition brings me to my knees

There's an architect

She's got designs on me

Keep out! Danger zone!

We're building my tomb, you see