Lately it seems I've lost my groove
And this stagnant hand needs to make a move
I think my diction could be improved
And I'm always more than critical
And my pencil's sharp but my mind is dull
And I'm so predictable
So sing me something wonderful on the way down to the hospital
I know I probably should... (whoa)
Get myself back in line
Cause you know I do this all the time
I go and lose my mind
And all my energy's been drained
Every song I write just sounds the same
And it's the artist in me to blame
Now the artist has a gun
Russian roulette's just not that fun
Now that the inspiration's gone
So sing me something wonderful on the way down to the hospital
I know I probably should... (whoa)
Get myself back in line
Cause you know I do this all the time
I go and lose my mind
At this poetic funeral
I hope that everybody will
Sing these words for me
So sing me something wonderful on the way down to the hospital
I know I probably should (whoa)
Get myself back in line
Cause you know I do this all the time
I go and lose my mind