Six hours Staring down at a blank page Maybe This is the best art I have ever made Empty Like the pit in my stomach
I swear I am flush with ideas Yet I think them Far better than I could ever say Reach out to grasp And they up and run away
Oh
The sun is shining Yet I prayed for rain today God must have missed the message See I asked for blessings All I received was this broken record About a years-long depression
Mine as well force a smile And drop the needle atop this vinyl Can you hear it My favorite song Denial