5 AM and you e- me
And I'm still awake
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake
I can't write it, summer just isn't my season
Yeah we type through the night, a word count we've in mind
Like they have any write to critisize
Hypocrites, you're all still around 10 thousand
'Cause you can't write ahead,
We're all stuck on a outline
And this really stinks
Am I out of my right mind
No one can find the delete button, girl
So cradle your keys in your hands
And type,
Just type.
Whoa Type,
Just type.
May we reach 20k on the day before last
Just today you sat down with 20k to hack
Ain't been sober since maybe the beginning of this month
Here in town you can tell I've been gone for awhile
But, great Scot! it's so beautiful when they all smile
"Who are you?" "Remember, I'm your next-door neighbor?"
'Cause you can't write ahead
We're all stuck on an outline
And this really stinks
Am I out of my right mind
No one can find the delete button, boys
So cradle the keys in your hands
And Type,
Just type.
Whoa, type,
Just type.
There's a light at the end of this tunnel, you shout
But you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
These mistakes you've made, you'll just write it again
But don't you try turning around.
5 AM and I'm still awake, writing a script
If I get it all down on paper, I'll just flip
It's inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And i feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
'Cause these words are my word count, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to
'Cause you can't write ahead
We're all stuck on an outline
And this really sucks
Am I out of my right mind
No one can find the delete button now
Write until you can't understand
And type,
Just type.
Whoa, type ,
Just type.
Ooooh, type
Just type.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
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