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Guitarer
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I'm working on a ballad for you
And all these lyrics I have brought back from the dead
Won't do me any good
Until I have settled on a final resting place
For all the unrequited rhymes that I have left astray
I'm taking all the time I need
To get these frustrated words onto paper
As if they meant my life
When in reality they're nothing but pen and ink
Bleeding onto a cheap canvas that means nothing
This is the unprecedented feeling you get
When all these words get to your head
And as I write about your delirium
I'll take a sip of irony
I'm finding it hard to find the words
It seems as though I'm wording it in ways
That won't do me any good
But if I get a smile out of it
Well, hell, that's something when your creativity is so dimly lit
This is the unprecedented feeling you get
When all these words get to your head
And as I write about your delirium
I'll take a sip of irony
-Holden
And all these lyrics I have brought back from the dead
Won't do me any good
Until I have settled on a final resting place
For all the unrequited rhymes that I have left astray
I'm taking all the time I need
To get these frustrated words onto paper
As if they meant my life
When in reality they're nothing but pen and ink
Bleeding onto a cheap canvas that means nothing
This is the unprecedented feeling you get
When all these words get to your head
And as I write about your delirium
I'll take a sip of irony
I'm finding it hard to find the words
It seems as though I'm wording it in ways
That won't do me any good
But if I get a smile out of it
Well, hell, that's something when your creativity is so dimly lit
This is the unprecedented feeling you get
When all these words get to your head
And as I write about your delirium
I'll take a sip of irony
-Holden