Midnight Hustle-Black Birds

Midnight Hustle

歌手:Black Birds

时间:2026-06-03

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The pen just stares back at me like a dare

A battlefield of white paper everywhere

Words won't stick they slide and slip away

I hum a tune it falls apart

I search for sparks but they won't start

Blank pages blank pages mocking me

A song about nothing is all I can see

Oh the irony, it's not lost on me

Blank pages they're writing me

The clock ticks loud like it’s keeping score

Ideas run out the same old metaphor

My brain's a desert not a drop in sight

I strum a chord it sounds so plain

I chase the magic but it won't remain

Blank pages blank pages mocking me

A song about nothing is all I can see

Oh the irony, it keeps haunting me

Blank pages they're writing me

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