5-12-09
I look back on all my work and figure out
I could not write a thing while you were near,
Took over my mind and my fingers too, I guess.

I can never let this go, I can never have this
taken from my fingertips, no
I think I would really suffer without this to lean on,
I express everything through this.

When my fingers stop working I start to get
a little panic start to build inside – oh, what if
I never write again, I get terrified, I guess.

I can never let this go, this can never be
extracted from my insides, no
I think I would really suffer without this to lean on,
I express only through this.

I express only through this.
This is my only outlet.
My only way…