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

It feels like I'm waiting

For a spark of energy

But I've been here for days and

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

(I'm feeling like)

(I'm feeling like)

(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