No time for writer’s block in improv or no such thing?
Faith would be nice, but I’ll settle for hope
Got to clean these dirty glasses and clear this smokey head
Get excited about life instead of counting days til you’re dead
Trying to get my hands on some paper all I can grasp are some shreds
Love finds a way to overcome it all the real and the B.S.
Makes all the fear the doubt the broken self esteem worth it in the end
Just sittin riffin tryna spill it all out
Create something express myself that way instead of shout
On second thought find me a pillow to absorb the noise
And watch out as I hurt around all my toys
An child’s distraction from an adult’s labor
Just need to remember how lucky I am and do myself a few favors