I can't rhyme anymore. Truth is, I ain't trying. I'm bored. It's hard to get better than perfect, stupid. My silence is more ruthless than when you're trying galore.
Or something like that. Idk. Wise is right though, substance abuse is a good substitute for a lack of creativity. When I'm sober, I overanalyze each line, but when I'm drunk enough I'm completely confident in my own bullshit.
The truth is we all fall out of rhythm at one point or another. I think up lines in my head all the time, but the actual process of writing it down and piecing it together is a chore to me these days. The good news is, nothing lasts forever, and writing will be fun again eventually.
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