It seems impossible

For me to write one song at a time

They’re coming out in multiples

Like a fountain

With a broken sprout

Just dying to come out

And vying for my attention

Despite my best intentions

Look at all these useless inventions

 

It’s writing season

And it seems

Like I can’t turn off my brain

(And before you say)

I’ve already said this all before

But it’s just a song

Aren’t they all the same anyway

And what,

You could do better, yuh?

Let’s hear your version

“Writing Season” …yuh?

 

No but seriously give me a break

I’m tired of writing things I hate

I beg you, get me to shut up

Stick a tap on the broken sprout

It’s not like I listen though, I’m just

Writing weird songs with no direction

Because I’m full of wrong intentions

Look at these useless inventions

I just wanna be a …star!

(Shout out to Anthony, by the way)

 

It’s writing season

And it seems

Like I can’t turn off my brain

(And before you talk)

I’ve already said this all before

But it’s just a song

Aren’t they all the same anyway

And what,

You could do better, yuh?

Let’s hear your version

“Writing Season” …yuh?

 

Pick up your pen

Let’s see your sword

Let’s see if you could do better than

The worst I’ve done before

If you can work until it hurts

Until your tiny thoughts are sore

What, never felt that before?

 

Welcome to

Writing season

Oh, it seems

Like I do nothing but complain

(And before you speak)

Like I’m drenched in misery

Well, it’s just a song, these beats?

Aren’t they all the same anyway

Come on,

Let’s see you do better, huh?

It’s Writing Season fever, ah