Lyrics

**Verse 1:** (Guitar kicks in, a little out of tune) Every time I try to write a song, the words just come out wrong Rhymes are hard, and my verses are a yard too long Got a melody in my mind, but it’s like my fingers are blind Tried to write a love song, ended up banned on TikTok Pre-Chorus: Maybe I’m tone deaf, maybe I’m bereft Of any musical skill, but hey, I’ve got time to kill Chorus: Oh, I wanna write a hit, make it snappy and lit But I’m just good at tunes that clear out rooms I’m aiming for the charts, but I’m breaking hearts With songs so bad, they make my ex glad we split **Verse 2:** Electric strings strike up a raucous cry Vexed by verses, chorus makes you sigh Metaphors mixed up, my poetry's a pup Tried to sound deep, just shallow duds in a heap **Pre-Chorus:** Could be I'm cursed, or maybe just verse-challenged Lyrical disarray, these words ain't balanced Rhymes like a trainwreck, mess you can't decode Trying to rock the stage, but I might just implode [Pre-Chorus] So is there hope for me, in this punk rock scene? With a voice that cracks and lyrics so obscene **Chorus:** I’m a punk-rock poet, and I surely know it With chords that clash and crash into the pit I wanna be the voice of a jaded generation But my anthems are a comedic complication **Bridge:**