I think I'm leaking inspiration
It's running off of my page
Or maybe I'm just forgetful
And I'm only starting to age
Maybe the doctor can help me
Get back to feeling young
Give me a shot in one of my arms
Or a pill to put under my tongue
Words don't seem to fall in place
They keep dripping onto the floor
I've got buckets sitting everywhere
I just can't write anymore
Whenever I write, I fall asleep
I guess it's because I'm bored
Waking up, scared half to death
Only because I snored
The doctor has to help me
There has to be something to use
I'll get him to give me a prescription
Maybe a bottle of muse