WRITER'S BLOCK (IT'S YOU) {curse you, matt hopper}

another crumpled paper in the can
pretty soon (the sh) it's gonna hit the fan
start another letter just like the last 15 began
a whole world full of better things to do
and it's you... 
and it's you...
that keeps me sitting here under duress
don't know what i'm trying to express
trying to milk some meaning out of so much emptiness
and it's true...
that it's you...
it's you that makes me sit here pen in hand

now i watch the empty hours go by
the clock won't even look me in the eye
all these allegations and i got no alibi
familiar feeling... bit off way too much to chew
and i knew...
and i knew...
that i'd end up locked into my chosen fate
buy another latte filled with love and hate
all i need is time time time, but this can't wait wait wait
and i knew...
and i knew...
i knew this wouldn't go down like i planned

i wish i had the goods to give i think to give is good
i'd like to find the words to write i would i would i would
i would write the perfect words if i could if i could if i could

i walked myself in here without a qualm
but i can read the future in my sweaty palm
another crumpled page, another night spent on the fawm
and it's you...
and it's you...
and it's you...
and it's you...