Rewrite; let's start with a blank canvas
With one eye on the listener
Put hands to wood, notes to work
Unfazed by split opinion
But you remain so inviting
Letters confused and overflowing
With one eye upon the listener
We try not to lose our sound
Do you write for yourself? (Write, rewrite)
Do you write for another? (Write)
Is the air we breathe the music we hear?
A flicker of reaction
Puts nerves to rest, And breaks the trend
To embrace the apprehension
You'll still remain so inviting
Phrases reworked, and words re-written
What the f** are we meant to do, stop?
These fragments in place of fortune
Aim to escape collapse
But scattered from their parts
They'll realign to form again
Take shapes of better things to come
It doesn't come easy. (They'll realign)
You're so quick to pull apart
(I don't care I like this one)
We just have to play for ourselves
To ourselves