
"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."
Sunday, January 24, 2010
drain my pen. break my pencil.
all i want to do is finish these songs. but i can't get my shit together. i've got some lyrics, scribbled phrases on torn notebook paper, sticky notes on my desktop, scattered in my mind and on paper - i just can't seem to gather all the thoughts and put them to music. at this point, i'm just frustrated and want this to work out so bad. i can do it without you. i did it before you and i can do it now. just give me some time. come to think of it, we don't even have a drummer yet, so why am i in such a rush? such a rut?
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