Writers' block
It's not often that you listen to a song and the lyrics totally make sense. Sure, you empathise often or you get the sentiment that it is portraying. But it's rare that I find lyrics that hit the nail on the head. These aren't overtly profound words, or even very complicated. They are simple and concise and when I hear them I find myself nodding in agreement and wondering how mister Jack got it so damn right.
I get this writer's block; it comes as quite a shock,
And now I'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consume, I sit back in my room,
It's like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I'm like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
Sometimes at night I think too much,
About life and love and music and stuff
“I must have, kind of felt that my head was too high.”
I get this writer's block; it comes as quite a shock,
And now I'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consume, I sit back in my room,
It's like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I'm like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
Sometimes at night I think too much,
About life and love and music and stuff
“I must have, kind of felt that my head was too high.”