Dear Songwriter
Dear songwriter
Did you take my muse
I know that crooked hat
She gave me one too
Maybe she gave up and walked away
Tired of me and the same chords I always play
Dear songwriter
You can have my pen
To make it write
Light a match and heat up the end
Press down hard, that use to work for me
Now I'm scarred where the hooks
Dug into my memory
I know you see her
I hear it in your songs
The melody destroys me, the harmonies are strong
And no cliches like ones I play
When she's gone
Dear songwriter
When you see my muse
Tell her I want back all
The notebooks we used.
The worn-out ones
That we filled with ghosts
The haunted ones that we would
Always use the most
You can keep that stupid hat
I never liked the way it sat
Besides the irony was lost on me.
Dear songwriter
When you lose your mind
I'll take back all the things
That once were mine
Autor(es): Chris Maxwell