Writers Block
So sing me a song, name it after the way I feel.
Tell me all the things I've told you,
all the things I've never heard from you.
Write me a tune that reminds me of you,
make it minor and morbid, and black and blue.
And if it makes you happy I'll tell everyone to come,
because I'd hate for them to miss the moment you're gone.
So please, for me, won't you write down your thoughts.
Tell me how awful I know that I'm not.
So write that I'm vile, so bold on your notepad,
So maybe I'll hate you and not feel so bad.
But I know that the words cannot cover the sound,
I know you love me, but won't let it around.
So please forget, I don't want you to forgive.
Please tell me I was wrong, it will help me to live.
Please help me remember what I did to deserve
life without pain but life full of hurt.
Write me a song so I can play it again.
When will you sell out? If soon, tell me when.
I'd like to hear you break my heart out loud,
If you're going to do it, better do it all out.
So sing me a song, sing me a damn song,
and let me know everything I never did wrong.
Thank you for manifesting these things in your mind.
Thank you for letting me down so unkind.
Thank you for fucking up what I had planned,
and thank you for ignoring me when I offered my hand.
So why did you tell me I'm not good enough?
Because you're too scared to write things you know that I'll love.
You're afraid to admit that I'm perfect for you,
So I'll write the words and you say if they're true.
You'll tell me how much you needed me back,
but I've already gone and will never come back.
You'll say that the words from your lips are untrue,
but the beat of your song speaks the only deep truth.
Writers block is a bitch, and I haven't too long,
so goodbye for now, I haven't yet heard your song.
I'm off to begin a life of my own,
finding a song I can listen to, content and alone.
Tell me all the things I've told you,
all the things I've never heard from you.
Write me a tune that reminds me of you,
make it minor and morbid, and black and blue.
And if it makes you happy I'll tell everyone to come,
because I'd hate for them to miss the moment you're gone.
So please, for me, won't you write down your thoughts.
Tell me how awful I know that I'm not.
So write that I'm vile, so bold on your notepad,
So maybe I'll hate you and not feel so bad.
But I know that the words cannot cover the sound,
I know you love me, but won't let it around.
So please forget, I don't want you to forgive.
Please tell me I was wrong, it will help me to live.
Please help me remember what I did to deserve
life without pain but life full of hurt.
Write me a song so I can play it again.
When will you sell out? If soon, tell me when.
I'd like to hear you break my heart out loud,
If you're going to do it, better do it all out.
So sing me a song, sing me a damn song,
and let me know everything I never did wrong.
Thank you for manifesting these things in your mind.
Thank you for letting me down so unkind.
Thank you for fucking up what I had planned,
and thank you for ignoring me when I offered my hand.
So why did you tell me I'm not good enough?
Because you're too scared to write things you know that I'll love.
You're afraid to admit that I'm perfect for you,
So I'll write the words and you say if they're true.
You'll tell me how much you needed me back,
but I've already gone and will never come back.
You'll say that the words from your lips are untrue,
but the beat of your song speaks the only deep truth.
Writers block is a bitch, and I haven't too long,
so goodbye for now, I haven't yet heard your song.
I'm off to begin a life of my own,
finding a song I can listen to, content and alone.