Tried some recording last night
Used the neti pot beforehand
To clear out my sinuses of course
Never enough may be too tough
But that's okay, that's alright
I felt like taking a break
Suddenly I forgot her voice
And now there's nothing left
To destroy us
It's strangely liberating
But it puts me in a conundrum
Without misery as a fuel source
What will I subsist on
Some call it a muse
Maybe I'll tell other stories
I do have a few left upstairs ;)
