This is a song I don't write for anyone
This is just one I write to survive
Here comes
A beast of a song
I hope they skip over this one
I hope you skip over this one (G#? F? get it out of me!)
Bring it on
You beast of a song
Unfit for anyone
I'll let you tear apart my journal just to buy a
Little more time to write
Or throw around your daddy's clean white kicks
And make a mess in the kitchen tonight
I'm putting everything I am on the table
You're throwing everything you find on the floor
All around us
This is a song I don't write for anyone
This is just one I write to survive
My muse mind is
Pleading and crying that we
Gotta get ahold of this one!
Gotta get ahold of this one! Get it out of me!
And bite down fore it
Eats us alive
We're running out of time
I'll let you have every ounce of me just to buy a
Few more minutes of sleep
There's nothing I wouldn't give to you girl
But I'd give anything to finish this dream
I don't know what hurts more my head or the
Need to get this music off my chest
This is a song I don't write for anyone
This is just one I write to survive"