Procrasterpiece

(Verse 1)

I sat down with my notebook, a ukulele too Thought I’d write a masterpiece, something deep and true But then I saw a butterfly, and oh, I had to stare And now I’m thinking ‘bout T-Rexes, do they ever comb their hair?

(Chorus)

Ohhh, my brain’s a little scrambled Like eggs in mom’s old pan Got emotions overflowing But no words are in my hands I was gonna write a love song Now I’m humming something wrong Guess I’m writing ‘bout not writing And it’s somehow still a song!

(Verse 2)

My ex just posted pictures, with a dog that isn’t mine Should I write a bitter ballad or pretend that I’m just fine? And what’s that smell? Is that lasagna? Ooooh, I hope it’s mine! Wait, where was I? Oh right, lyrics! Dang, I lost my line!

(Chorus)

Ohhh, my brain’s a little scrambled Like eggs in mom’s old pan Got emotions overflowing But no words are in my hands I was gonna write a love song Now I’m humming something wrong Guess I’m writing ‘bout not writing And it’s somehow still a song!

(Bridge)

Drawing doodles in my head, my mental dictionary’s dead If procrastination paid, I’d be rolling in the bread But hey, this tune is kinda fun, maybe I should let it run Turns out nonsense makes more sense than trying to force the sun!

(Outro)

So here’s my little melody, a tune without a plan For every scattered, dreaming heart, I know you understand If you’re stuck just start by laughing, let the silly pull you along Because even when you’re not writing… You’re still writing a song!