when i dont play music
its the weirdest thing...although i guess it makes sense
im sure (maybe) that people...who...like...love painting...famous artists feel awkward if they havent picked up a brush in a while...and things like that.
i feel weird when i havent played the guitar in a long time...like...really played. i dont mean "oh today i picked up the guitar and played disarm before i left for work". i mean sit down...concentrate...play...maybe even have fun heh...blah on the rocks
But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap
And a waste
Of paint, of tape, of time
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my head gets fuzzy...
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