in 5, 4, 3, 2…
October 12, 2010
they are all the same.
they have that blank look on their faces when you play a song they didnt produce.
like they cant hear the hotness.
and they all say the same.
that you need a “banger” .
and of course they are the only one that can create that with you.
so you write.
you write a great song.
then four, then six.
and then what.
they have the same end tale.
the growing collection on itunes.
cause i guess there was no final idea.
just the journey of it all.
maybe in that time i was supposed to fall in love,
and not still wonder what happens after i write to it all.
but one day i will combust.
and there will be no song.
only the dust from my tracks to linger on.