I've got five songs in my head that just wont come out.
My book is kinda a bore,
but who am I to pout.
Its just kind of frustrating,
to sense some potential.
In fact its a little degrading.
The light of the radio seems to be fading.
It's not my only light,
but it is much more invading.
My guitar is too loud for this time.
I can't wait to have my own house,
but I'm just too stagnant its a real tough climb.
I've got too many aspirations.
I have no starting line.
All I know is there are six or seven.