Writer's Block
I can't think or create or write
So I think I'm just gonna sit here and cry
I'm useless at the best of times
But tonight just feels like something's not right
I want to sing, I want to laugh
But I can barely move don't know how I'm gonna last
The bleakness in my mind won't last
But I know this feeling will pass
What's the point in trying to get anything down
If it won't stand up to somebody else
I'm not delusional
I know I'm not that musical, beautiful, compatible
I constantly compare myself to anyone else
Who's getting anything done at all
It doesn't help me
Not at all, not at all, not at all
I stare at the paper, it's a blank page
Well, at least it's more interesting than what's in my brain
Thoughts looping round in a wild way
Oh God - I really hope I'm not going insane
Is it really helping me that
I want to be a mix of young Morrissey and Billy Bragg
Idolising people who have gotten the knack
Of writing words that don't sound crap
What's the point in trying to get anything down
If it won't stand up to somebody else
I'm not delusional
I know I'm not that musical, beautiful, compatible
I constantly compare myself to anyone else
Who's getting anything done at all
It doesn't help me
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Day after day and night after night
I try and think of something meaningful to write
But the voice in my mind won't stop critiquing me
Over and over and over and over
So I think I'm just gonna sit here and cry
I'm useless at the best of times
But tonight just feels like something's not right
I want to sing, I want to laugh
But I can barely move don't know how I'm gonna last
The bleakness in my mind won't last
But I know this feeling will pass
What's the point in trying to get anything down
If it won't stand up to somebody else
I'm not delusional
I know I'm not that musical, beautiful, compatible
I constantly compare myself to anyone else
Who's getting anything done at all
It doesn't help me
Not at all, not at all, not at all
I stare at the paper, it's a blank page
Well, at least it's more interesting than what's in my brain
Thoughts looping round in a wild way
Oh God - I really hope I'm not going insane
Is it really helping me that
I want to be a mix of young Morrissey and Billy Bragg
Idolising people who have gotten the knack
Of writing words that don't sound crap
What's the point in trying to get anything down
If it won't stand up to somebody else
I'm not delusional
I know I'm not that musical, beautiful, compatible
I constantly compare myself to anyone else
Who's getting anything done at all
It doesn't help me
Not at all, not at all, not at all
Day after day and night after night
I try and think of something meaningful to write
But the voice in my mind won't stop critiquing me
Over and over and over and over
Credits
Writer(s): Lara Hanson
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