Idea Lyrics

It's a quarter past three

Out by the water

Knee deep in memories

Of when I saw her

Why do I think of it

I'm just a puppet on some strings

Just an expression of pencil on paper

Words of the author

Words of the

Why do I try to be more than I am

Sacrifice what I know for a lazy, cliche, vapid sham

And yet again we come back to writing about writing

I'm here relaxing while successful ones go all nighting

There's a song up here

About a streetlight on a pier

A mirage of someone you hold dear

Appears

In the night and you fight

Try to reunite with her

She's gone

Metaphors about life

And internal soul strife

Wish I could write that

Wish I could

Why do I try to be more than I am

Sacrifice what I know for a lazy, cliche, vapid sham

And yet again we come back to writing about writing

I'm here relaxing while successful ones go all nighting

Write down these sounds

That no one ever hears

From out my mouth

I've been kind of mining my own mind

And trying to find

A shining light inside

Rip out the pages

Throw it all away

Can't let the cameras

See inside my brain

Oh, not when all the world is watching me

My thoughts agree

It's best to keep

My messes to myself

I've, I've, I've

Been trying, trying

To explain what's in my soul

Lines, lines, lines

Confine my

Nights and days

In so-so phrasing

Why do I try to be more than I am

Sacrifice what I know for a lazy, cliche, vapid sham

And yet again we come back to writing about writing

I'm here relaxing while successful ones go all nighting