Lyrics Writers Block - Kenmore , feat. N/A

I need inspiration
I'm scraping at the bottom of the barrel
Incurable writers block
Still got hair
But got no brain
Go ahead give it a knock
Sold out shows is in the foreground
Got a long way to go
I'm coming inbound
To fail
But I'll prevail
Even through a rusty rhyme or two
I swear that I don't care
I just took a melatonin
I'll be back to write the wrap
Like
Maybe I should sleep
Might
Fuck around and chug a little monstoro
But that's it for tonight

Damn
That's it for tonight

Early bird gets the worm
Please do not turn the lights on
I'm simply not that hungry
Dig the food they feed me here
But lately, I've been feeling bummy
Cause my cage is fairly small
And unnecessarily chained up
We need to speed up but
Am I eighteen
Or is the one circumstantial
Put it up and take it down
Like pictures on the mantel
Light my candles
But be careful
Cause the flame might spread
I won't be caught dead
Running around any longer
With a chain around my head

Good morning melancholy
How nice of you to join me
You're the only one who wants me
I'd like to get to writing
But my songs just aren't exciting anymore
I guess I'll make another pot of fucking coffee
Would you like some
Never mind
Need the whole pot to feel alive
Cause lately it's been hard
Feeling this empty on the inside
But how do I write good songs
If I feel no emotion
I wanna stay in bed
But that's not the death I've chosen
I'm already giving up
But I haven't scratched the surface
They say quit while you're ahead
I say quit behind the curtain
Think I need a break or two or three
The number not certain
All I know is what I'm tryna do
It ain't working no

I'm giving up for now
For now
Oh
I'll try again tomorrow
Tomorrow
Oh no no

Better put on my hazmat
Cause I'm so toxic
Intoxicated
I'm faded
I feel elated
Stop telling me defecation
I'm done
With the pretty boy image
Take a knife to the visage
That shit so vintage
So long
Got a new understanding
I'm like a fine
Outstanding
So high no landing
Jet lag commanding me sleep
Yet demanding I put the pen to the paper
I'm an underpaid waiter
Creator
More like arbiter
I cater
Await her every opinion because