Making Sound

Don't overthink another song

You've written 3, but 2 were wrong

Get it through your head

You don't get paid more for being clever

And recognition doesn't fill the hole for long

The second verse could kill the tone

You overwrite in the undertow

I'm too undeserving

Of being called a writer

When I'm just journaling

Just giving words a place to go

Keep telling myself

Don't get too proud now

There ain't no rules

Just making sound now

You should just give it another day

You got a job and bills to pay

Maybe you're addicted to the way it feels

Maybe it's the only thing you know is real

Maybe you should write before the feeling gets away

I keep telling myself

Don't get too proud now

There ain't no rules

Just making sound now

I hope this time's not wasted

No selfish expectation

Of it being something

Somebody could hear

But time's evaporating

And other people waiting

But making sound's not on the schedule

When I'm too busy contemplating

Just let it out

I forget what I knew

I can't come down

I keep telling myself

Don't get too proud now

There ain't no rules

Just making sound now