Title Case Ink

I'm morose, plain and simple, strung up and Title Case
I know, I know, I know what it means, I know I know I know  
Don't talk to me, it is far too early and I cannot deal  
I'm not ready to listen to your tongue twist over your pretenses  
  
Typewriter keys stuck on a blank sheet, y y y y  
Tell me a story, don't use your vernacular, use mine  
I don't want to sit inside your mind, I'd rather be at ease  
Tell Me Something While I Fight the Fall of Sleep 
   
I listen to the silence, the buzz of a body still running  
Wondering when the pen will drop from the page and let the ink run  
How far do you think I'd go if I only used a mind?  
That's a trick question, I'd Never Come Back