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Current mood:  frustrated
Why is it that I can only write decent songs when the rest of my life is falling apart?
For months, since before my wedding in June, I've been stuck in a viscious writer's block. Nothing has come from my brain that wasn't total shite.
Now that my personal life is toppling from the cliff, the muse has revealed herself. Of course, with all the problems I haven't had time to record...
Unfortunately, these new songs can never be heard by their inspiration. That would be nothing but bad.
I wish I'd written this:
Lie to me, it takes less time
Lie to me, it takes less time
To Drink You Pretty
6:56 PM
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