Bro - When you're composing Lyrics

When you're composing, the world's on fire
When you're composing, you climb up higher
When you're composing, the clock don't chime
You're a rebel with a melody, no sense of time

Got a coffee that's cold, but I don't even care
My head's full of noise, but it feels so rare
There's a circus in my brain, elephants on parade
Spinning words into colors like a neon cascade

When you're composing, nothing makes sense
The chaos feels good, the rush is intense
You're a lightning bolt, striking the ground
Every thought's electric, every word's profound

When you're composing, the walls break down
When you're composing, you own this town
When you're composing, it's a wild, loud scene
A beautiful mess, where you're the machine

Got a radio buzzing, static in the air
I'm pulling rhymes from the cosmos, who put them there?
The ceiling starts dripping like liquid gold
Every lyric's a secret that's dying to be told

When you're composing, you're losing control
Your head's in the clouds, but you're digging for soul
It's a madman's game, a poet's delight
It's rock'n'roll thunder that echoes all night

When you're composing, the stars collide
When you're composing, there's no place to hide
When you're composing, you're the roar of the crowd
Every note is defiant, screaming out loud