lack of inspiration
desperate
anxious

don't let them in
don't you go there, liking him

things, they'll get better
things, they'll drag you down

why don't you write like you used to?
why do you write at all?
because you are drowning in a sea of secrets
and you are tired and sleep will not do

help yourself
young misery, all too soon
dragging out the song in you

your body feels more than your heart
you don't know anything
you don't know yourself at all

memories rot inside the grave of your mind
out of your thick skull flower fields grow

you are one with time
empty yourself whole
get away to refill

forget the teachings of their words
learn to fall out of your image
learn to fall in love with yourself again

turn off the t.v.
give up the ghost
come in, get out
step back, let go

I am nothing
I am no one
pour the last drop
fade me out