[Verse 1] I got nothin’ to write about tonight Empty little notebook, but I’m feelin’ all right Every clever line I tried took a wrong-way turn So I’m making this the subject—watch the blank page burn No grand confession, no dramatic scene Just a half-full cup and a shirt not clean I came here with a head full of zero and air Now I’ve got eight little bars saying, “Yep, it’s there” [Pre-Chorus] No big idea, no perfect design One small spark and a crooked little rhyme You want a twist? Watch the empty turn I’ve got a scrap, let the scrap catch burn [Chorus] Nada, nada—still I make it a martyr Zero in the tank, but the words hit harder Blank page, big sound, let the whole thing stack Made a song from nothin’, now I’m takin’ it back Nada, nada—turn the quiet into a rapture One small thought, then another, then a whole new chapter If the spark won’t show, I can start with a line Out of nothin’ tonight, I can make something mine [Verse 2] No pain parade, no storm to survive Just a quiet kind of stuck with a pulse still alive I wrote “this might be bad,” then I rhymed it with “that” Put a beat in the sentence, now it’s wearing a hat Zilch in the tank? I can work with a little Make a feast from a crumb, make a hook from a riddle If the first thought’s missing, let the next one arrive I don’t need a masterpiece to feel this alive [Chorus] Nada, nada—still I make it a martyr Zero in the tank, but the words hit harder Blank page, big sound, let the whole thing stack Made a song from nothin’, now I’m takin’ it back Nada, nada—turn the quiet into a rapture One small thought, then another, then a whole new chapter If the spark won’t show, I can start with a line Out of nothin’ tonight, I can make something mine [Verse 3] I said “zero ideas,” put a beat on the zero Turned a dead-end thought to a low-end hero Every weak little couplet got a job to do One says “I’m out,” next one says “push through” My doubt came dressed like it knew the whole score I gave it two bars, then I showed it the door No pain-free promise, no life made neat Just a foot on the floor and a pulse in the beat [Bridge] No perfect phrase, no magic key Just me and the page, both stubborn as can be A blank ain’t a verdict, a pause ain’t the end Give it one more line, then give it one again Blank page, black ink, one breath, one move Bad first draft got a point to prove No crown, no cure, just a line I can claim I came in with nothing; I leave with a name [Final Chorus] Nada, nada—still I make it a martyr Zero in the tank, but the words hit harder Blank page, big sound, let the whole thing stack Made a song from nothin’, now I’m takin’ it back Nada, nada—turn the quiet into a rapture One small thought, then another, then a whole new chapter If the spark won’t show, I can start with a line Out of nothin’ tonight, I can make something mine [Outro] One line from nothing, one spark from the page Nada to a saga—now I’m out of the cage No grand plan, but I’m doin’ alright Made something from nada tonight
