Took so long to make it home, was such a foggy night
I want to speak in tongues for the rest of my life
I am so inspired
I'm sick of speaking my mind like anyone can hear my words
Like I am heard
Over the sound of my mistakes
I lose my train of thought
Where's my muse? No more blue
I want to sing poetry
I want to sing beautifully
I don't want to sing open wounds
I want to smile
I want to make you
Where's my muse? No more blue
I want to run for miles
I want to run
I was hanging on last night
With my head to the ground and my feet upside
I want to hang around for the rest of my life
But I fell and hit the ground
Stood up, brushed off, and looked around
I was lucky that no one saw me
So I guess I'll speak more riddles like anyone can hear my voice
Like I am heard over the sound of a talking crowd