Good Ideas

Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas The image is fading Of the man I used to be My poems are dated My stories are weak (my stories are weak) It feels like I'm waiting For a spark of energy But I've been here for days, and There's nothing for me (there's nothing for me) Yeah, I'm feeling like Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas I can't look at my face no more Self-talk is a useless chore And if these walls could speak It'd be a silence louder than my ears could take If I'm honest And I swear I rarely am Broke a promise To myself, I thought that I'd be better, I could change With every page I turn, I stay the same I can't break the chain And I'm feeling like- Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas (Running out of good ideas) (Running out of good ideas) (I'm feeling like-) (I'm feeling like-) (Running out of good ideas) (Running out of good ideas) (I'm feeling like-) (I'm feeling like-) Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas