I hear your voice and any choice I had is gone...
What the hell kind of muse wakes me up at 5:30 in the morning, only to have me sit here for over an hour and not let me write any of it down?
I'm here, thinking, drafting, composing in my head, and it's all good until I set my fingers to the keys... then nothing. I take my hands away, and the music starts up again. It's some kind of cruel joke and I'm laughing at myself... frustrated in the lack of exposition, but laughing because she's in such a weird mood.
I'm here, thinking, drafting, composing in my head, and it's all good until I set my fingers to the keys... then nothing. I take my hands away, and the music starts up again. It's some kind of cruel joke and I'm laughing at myself... frustrated in the lack of exposition, but laughing because she's in such a weird mood.