No Insporation

I’m trying to compos a hit, but my heads way empty,
I need a fix, but all I got is novocain,
It’s more fun than being pissed,
A little dizzy, but fucking sick.
I can’t write and I’m a wreck,
Got my voices breathing down my neck,
Going, getting mashed, fuck you all, c u l8er

My songs are whack, and don’t meen a thing
“ love you, I love you I ….er love u?
That seems to work,
Yeah my songs are whack.
No fuss, don’t bust a spleen,
Shit guitars, and a drum machine.

I need inspiration, so I watch news at 10,
No good news? No, still? at least someone likes Kim jong ill
So the world is safe, now get that camera out my face.
Still board, monged, and writing more annoying songs.
Ty some words together, but can’t get a flow.
It’s hard, don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t’ you?
NO!!

My songs are whack, and don’t mean a thing
“ love you, I love you I ….er love u?
That seems to work,
Yeah my songs are whak.
No fuss, don’t bust a spleen,
Shit guitars, and a drum machine.

I pase the floor, scratch my head it don’t work
My brain is dead, soI TxT god, he txts me back
“Fuk u ur songs r wak” yeah I know, yeah I no
then it hit’s me real, quck, I’ll rite down all this shit
and you’ll by it, coz u r fik.
It’s 10:15
Last orders fuk u all, c u l8er

My songs are whack, and don’t mean a thing
“ love you, I love you I ….er love u?
That seems to work,
Yeah my songs are whak.
No fuss, don’t bust a spleen,
Shit guitars, and a drum machine….

©Friday, 14 August 2009 Alex Kyriacou