Pressure

Pressure dropping
Breaking the lead
Got no words
Wrote this instead

Pressure dropping and I'm breaking the lead
Put the pencil to the paper, but left nothing to be read
There is no one upstairs, my creator is dead
Got no words on my page so I wrote this instead
Pressure dropping and I'm breaking the lead
I ain't have nothing but some blank spaces ahead
It's all been done already, nothing left to be said
Got no words on my page so I wrote this instead

Let me tell you something right quick about a little guy
That was supposed to get to writing
But when I put him up upon the paper he was shying away from all the bullshit
He said "Miss me with that"
I'm like "The fuck, man?"
"Now, Mr. Pencil, what you mean? Sir, these bars about to be clean"
"Doesn't matter, I don't care about you or your fucking dream"
And he meant it, the dude was straight detesting
I've never seen no type, I think this pencil should get tested
I rested my hand upon the page as I patiently wait
To no avail, as I say "Come on, some time today"
Though he's as still as a lake, and I just can't seem to make
The little bastard put it into gear, but I know that he can hear me
As I'm saying "Boy, you know you're raising a few concerns, ain't playing
I'm aware of all your fears"
Now he's choking, shedding tears
"Wait! If you snap me, what then?"
Wasn't listening, broke his ass and got myself a pen

Pressure dropping and I'm breaking the lead
Put the pencil to the paper, but left nothing to be read
There is no one upstairs, my creator is dead
Got no words on my page so I wrote this instead
Pressure dropping and I'm breaking the lead
I ain't have nothing but some blank spaces ahead
It's all been done already, nothing left to be said
Got no words on my page so I wrote this instead

Let me say, first thing's first, "My apologies"
But the pieces that are left aren't acknowledging
There's one half here, the other's chilling on the floor
Barely stumble out the door, thinking "What have I done?"
I just got impatient wishing this never begun
Now I'm contemplating as I'm on the run and go
On my toes cause now we know I just killed a man
And the weight's on my soul, this was not the plan
Another late night, still doesn't sit right
Why I really ought to let him take his time
Putting too much pressure on the lead and it's bound to break
I regret the mistake
But I won't soon forget what lives on in my brain
And I'm willing to bet I'll see him again one day
With the final word said, he'll remember my name
Until I'm dead, you can put that on Mr. Pencil's grave