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.
Sometimes, i think i miss people normally, but then suddenly i’m turning the way they laughed once at 2AM to a bridge section. Forget about it and talk about music again. I remember about one melody suddenly brings back a whole night i forgot about, and now i’m stuck trying to fit that feeling into a chorus before it disappears again.
I don’t really remember when life started sounding like a draft track on repeat, but lately everything feels like it’s being written in real time without permission.