Ode to my muse well I hope for some crumbs
No talent to use but out of tune hums
When effort in just isn't enough
Please give my song some love yeah
Please give my song some love yeah
I write a cacophony because I'm a wannabe
Yet you shelter me with a mendacity
My pen to the page can't scratch out a phrase
After three years of trying is it just a phase?
Foolish dreams for a magnum opus
The summit seems a terrible onus
Hear my plea mediocrity
Can I have a guarantee of victory?
'Cause obese inertia knows consistency is king
'Cause life's on a mission to make me boring
So to stay brand new I too
Produce more than I consume
Easy to do yet hard to do well
Only as good as I am so I guess I'll fail
If youth has ability then age has drive
I suck 'til I don't and I stay alive
Ode to my muse well I hope for some crumbs
No talent to use but out of tune hums
When effort in just isn't enough
Please give my song some love yeah
Please give my song some love yeah
(Oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo)
(Oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo)
What about life isn't that in the way?
And my strife and my sins always cause delay
So I stay in the way of myself each day
And I dive inside just to stay alive
Others ahead? Their success cause me dred
Cause they made a choice to focus their voice
Spread all over the place I face the race
Could be dead shoulda fled instead
Yet I compile the pieces that bring me joy
And accept the fact that I'm not Tolstoy
Just a boy without skill who took the red pill
And wrote a song even if it was wrong
A song to perform worse than the norm
Even before I begin the listeners cringe
Yet I sing from the heart for me who knows best
This whole song from the start is a magnum opus
Ode to my muse well I hope for some crumbs
No talent to use but out of tune hums
When effort in just isn't enough
Please give my song some love yeah
Please give my song some love yeah