Untitled - Josh Woodward
I sat down
With a sharpened pencil in my hand
You were in my head and I had planned
To write you into verses and
Immortalize your virtues for a hundred years to come
Then I thought
About our tiny little history
You once had struck me as a mystery
Now I wonder what I used to see
And this empty page is screaming that
You're just like all the rest
Oh oh untitled
Oh oh untitled
You were real
Yeah I swear I thought I knew you
But now my eyes just stare right through you
And I don't think I can blame you
Yeah I saw what I was looking for
And pushed aside the rest
But I was wrong
No it's not like you're an ogre
It's just you're bland and mediocre
I am drunk and you are sober yeah
This song won't ever write itself
So you best be on your way
Oh oh untitled
Oh oh untitled
Easy come
It's not like art's some kind of charity
I guess a true muse is a rarity
The kind that gives your mind the clarity
To leave that empty page behind
Oh oh untitled
Oh oh untitled oh
I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy
There's nothing nothing
I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy
