Get On

I'm a writer

I've got a bit of a problem

I picked up some moves in my youth

And I'm scared that I've lost them

'Cause I'm three years past twenty

And suddenly everyone's

Starting to wonder

If I keep digging do I keep dying?

Do I quit trying to write this book?

I'm sick of being second best

I'm tired of third

And fourth and the rest

Here it is

I may have some writer's block

But I'm still useful to you

I'd stick up for you in fights

And I'd sing to you at night

I'm a loner

It gets a little bit lonely

I picked up some nerves in my youth

And I'm scared that they own me

'Cause I'm three years past twenty

And suddenly everyone's

Starting to wonder

If I keep living do I keep lying?

Do I quit trying to make this work?

I'm sick of being second best

I'm tired of third

And fourth and the rest

Here it is

I may have some writer's block

But I'm still useful to you

I'd stick up for you in fights

And I'd sing to you at night

But only my old songs

I'm sick of being second best

I'm tired of third and fourth

And the rest

Here it is

I may have some writer's block

But I'm still useful to you

I'd stick up for you in fights

And I'd sing to you at night

It's been a bad year

We lost everything