If I turn the music off then the words will come
The ones I want to say
To give away that
Once gone will free me from these pangs of pain
When they are on the page they will
Cease to feel like a 1,000 kilo weight in my gut
That pulls my face towards the ground like a magnet.
If I write down the music
And only the quotation marks are mine
It will all be fine because
These lines of words say it perfectly and
Leave no room for my own
Until the music is gone and they are on the page
Then they are sophomoric, poorly written and ineffective.
If I become a musician then the words won't matter
As to learn the craft
Years will pass
Plenty of time to forget
Other pains to replace
My heart older to break.
The ones I want to say
To give away that
Once gone will free me from these pangs of pain
When they are on the page they will
Cease to feel like a 1,000 kilo weight in my gut
That pulls my face towards the ground like a magnet.
If I write down the music
And only the quotation marks are mine
It will all be fine because
These lines of words say it perfectly and
Leave no room for my own
Until the music is gone and they are on the page
Then they are sophomoric, poorly written and ineffective.
If I become a musician then the words won't matter
As to learn the craft
Years will pass
Plenty of time to forget
Other pains to replace
My heart older to break.