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