Burnt Out Buzzard
I ain’t got no words left in me.
I ain’t got no more to write.
I ain’t even got ho heartache
Beatin down on me tonight.
Staring blankly at the table
With a cold drink in my hand.
In an eyes wide open coma,
I’m a keyboard banging man.
Tell me your problems.
They’re nothing new.
I already heard your story
Even if it’s new to you.
Go on and try me.
I’ve heard before.
Well I’ll be damned,
That is a new one.
I guess there’s room for 1 more.
I ain’t got no words left in me.
I ain’t got no more to write.
Guess I know what I’ll be dreaming
When I close my eyes tonight.
I’ve been told a thousand truths.
I’ve been told a million lies.
I’m a burnt out keyboard banger
Staring at the wall tonight.
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and yet the lines have rhythm
Thanks! I ain’t no good without rhyme or rhythm. To me it just doesn’t sound like me.