Waking up in 2018 with unfinished lyrics trapped inside my head again, reaching for my phone before my eyes even adjust to the morning light because somehow the most devastating lines always arrive at impossible hours, you know that.
Spending entire nights replaying the same eight second melody until it physically changes my mood, rewriting one lyric fifty times just to make it hurt correctly. And spent almost three hours trying to finish one verse just to delete it again because it didn’t sound honest enough. That's the several worst-part about writing song.