writer's block Video (MV)

Sometimes rain can feel like doomsday
And thunder like dread
And it's storming and pouring all the way out as I write this

But hey, it's nothing I can't handle
Just another scandal to deal with
Another doomsday, dread pooling in my sneakers
Something, I'm an existential thinker

So why not stop
Why not
Why stop
With why, stop what
What the f*ck
What the hell
Why stop with something that I think I do well

Poetry is nothing special
Survivalist of trying to be bigger
And better, and nothing is getting through
How do I get through to you
(Actually, it's me, but me doesn't work with the rhyme)

Sometimes words just don't quite fit right
And that's just as well
Cuz I've never been a wordsmith as far as I can tell

But hey, its not that big a deal
Just spin a wheel to handle
How to scramble the words floating all around
Like shapes, did you catch that reference now

So why not stop
Why not
Why stop
With why, stop what
What the f*ck
What the hell
Why stop with something that I think I do well

Poetry is nothing special
Survivalist of trying to be bigger
And better, and nothing is getting through
How do I get through to you