[Intro - '80's inspired glam rock electric&base guitar riff] ### Verse 1 She's sitting in the silence, closing her eyes, For her daily coffee fix, she chose her favorite cup - "Vibing with my demons" - and that's what she does, Trying to write lyrics, but the rhymes don't line up. She's playing with her hair, hopelessly looking around, Searching for inspiration, her notebook's a battleground. ### Chorus Creative overload is a thing, a struggle, a fucking frustration, When you have ideas, but your brain is stuck in a shitty rotation. A shitload of lines goes through your head, But every one is a different subject - together they make no sense. ### Verse 2 She jumps between subjects, distracts herself with chores, Reads a book, vacuums, takes the dog for a walk. An idea pops in, even a whole, ready line, Excitement kicks in - she feels so divine. When she gets back to her notebook, she quickly grabs a pen, Everything fades away, and there goes her Zen. ### Chorus Creative overload is a thing, a struggle, a fucking frustration, When you have ideas, but your brain is stuck in a shitty rotation. A shitload of lines goes through your head, But every one is a different subject - together they make no sense. ### Outro Finally - a thought appears from the dark, She tries to build around it, but everything sucks. "Fuck this shit," she thinks and walks slowly away, But then the process repeats - another delay.
