Out

Jumbles crumbles tiny pieces

half baked thoughts

bits and

Can’t finish a thought to save my life

Song in my head I’ll never write

No time to lose

No time to write

A good idea’s only as good as the

paper you scratch on

I just want to get it out

Sparks never catch to flame

do I care if you know my name

Crumple mumble good one liners

never filled in

Can’t show a thing I’ve done

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