song without a chorus

Well there's sand in my book
 from writing on the beach
 trying to find a song for you
 that the ocean can only reach
 and this beach is getting wider
 than my train of thought is long
 and each little grain of sand
 is probably some other asshole poets song
 so i'll try to get this right
 before the sunburn says i'm wrong,
 says i'm wrong
 I keep on shooting clever guns
 that blow up in my face
 and what good to say i'm sorry
 when it's time it wont erase
 all the times I hit erase
 on every word you said to me
 then I just covered it up
 like dogshit on a pretty city street
 just to not piss off the neighbors
 you know it's wonder I cant sleep, I cant sleep
 well a song without a,
 you know this is my first attempt
 because that would only bore us
 and the title would go limp
 and all these words just keep on shooting
 out my pen just like a gun
 and i'm aiming at your ears
 trying not to come undone
 cuz you love the smell of gunshots
 and the company of one. that's no fun
 well they'll probably say this sucks you know
 but I don't really care
 and I used the "gunshot" word
 so it wont get on the air
 while those rappers do a driveby
 and smoke crack and thank the lord
 while this white-bread singer songwriter
 has had to stand here looking bored
 while i'm at it, I should probably mention
 that all the guns I used in my
 songs were fake...
 not real... they're plastic.
 now fuck... get real... blast it...
 I still love you