Drawing on a piece of paper
It's like walking through an alligator town
The pencils are all brown
They're going round and round
Fire me up with inspiration
Then watch the wave of hesitation drown
It's pulling me right down
I sink without a sound
Oh no don't you worry now
About all your wonky lines
It's hard enough to get stuff right
These silhouettes are full of danger
It's becoming a super major bore
To always be unsure
Of everything I draw
Maybe I'm a natural loser
Who will never ever outmanoeuvre me
I'm treading carefully
On the eggshells underneath
I'm giving up on correctness
Tired of perfecting perfectness now
Let the fire come to town
And burn it down to the ground
Oh no don't you worry now
About all your wonky lines
It's hard enough to get stuff right