I only ever learned one song and two chords on guitar.
I try to keep my garden alive but the plants keep withering because I can't seem to keep a schedule for it.
The story I wrote a year ago still has no ending.
One song verse has been stuck in my head for ages; they're the only lyrics that I gave a melody.
New routines turn to inbetweens.
I say I want to follow through, but I can never commit to committing.
All these broken vows, and I still run after you relentlessly.