Envoi
Absynthe Minded Lyrics

My verses stand gawping a bit
My poems seem to stare blankly, lacking inspiration.

I never get used to this
I can never get accustomed to this feeling of writer's block.

They lived here long enough
These uninspired verses have been around for too long.

Enough!
That's it! I've had it with these lifeless words.

I send them out of the house
I reject these poems and refuse to keep them around.

I don’t wanna wait
I'm not willing to waste any more time on these unsuccessful attempts.

Until their toes are cold
I won't wait until these poems are fully dead and worthless.

I wanna hear the humming of the sun
I want to hear something more inspiring, like the sound of the sun humming, or the beat of my heart.

Or that of my heart,
I want to feel something genuine and heartfelt.

Hardening
I want to experience a passionate, strong feeling that will motivate and push me to create something wonderful.

They don’t screw classically
These poems lack traditional elegance or beauty.

They babble commonly
These poems speak of everyday or mundane subjects.

And bluster nobly
These poems try to sound grand or important without deserving it.

Enough! Enough!
That's it, I've had enough of this.

In winter their lips leap
These poems can be exciting or captivating in the winter.

In spring they lie flat at the first warmth
But come spring, they are no longer interesting or engaging.

They ruin my summer
These poems damage my warm and sunny months, as they don't offer anything notable or enjoyable to read.

And in autumn it’s girls and a broken heart
In autumn, these poems only focus on love and heartbreak, which is uninteresting or overused.

For another twelve lines on this sheet
I have nothing left to write, but I'm still forcing myself to do so.

I’ll hold my hand over their head
I'll pretend to care for these poems while I still have them around.

And then I’ll kick them out
Eventually, I'll rid myself of these poems.

Go and pester elsewhere, one-cent rhymes
I don't want these cheap and worthless poems around, so they should go find someone else to bother.

Find somebody who cares
Maybe there's someone out there who will appreciate these lifeless and uninspired poems.

Go now on your high feet
Go away confidently, even though your worth is low.

This is where the graves laugh
I'm in a cemetery surrounded by death and decay, and these poems are just as useless and dead.

When they see their guests
The dead will laugh at these unworthy poems who dared to show up at their gravesite.

One corpse on top of the other
The dead fill up this cemetery, with one body on top of another.

Go now and stagger to her
These poems should go to somebody else, even though they'll probably stumble along the way.

Whom I do not know
I don't know who these poems will end up with, but it definitely won't be me.

Enough! Enough!
That's it, I'm done with these poems and this cycle of disappointment.