Songwriter's Block

The vine comes groping down
To encapsulate your spine
The show only ever stops
To watch you slowly drown
And the clowns laugh no matter
Whether the joke is funny or not

Louder and louder grows the ticking
As you keep up the light switch flicking
Pay attention to detail when you
Hear the confessing bastards of jazz
And the lyrics all seem clichéd
Once you’ve written your first song

The fuzztone is too much
Hurt feelings are your crutch
You asked for her love and
She came away untouched
Now don’t you feel useless and such