Singer-Songwriter

Cleaning out the carpet in the month of June I am holding in a song Wrapping my head around the fortunate ones Beating you senseless with a delicate word While you'd be out humming and hawing I'd be here humming out the Is ink all that heavy if there's not much to say? Does it press against your body Like the girls do at the bar? Do you fear it in the moments, When they discover who you are? Will you question all your memories or Pour yourself another drink It collapses under piles of pages And bad sleep Laying on the carpet in the month of June I am holding a song Shaking my head cause I'm a fortunate one