Out of Ideas Songtext

von Act

I guess I'm out of ideas
How can it be I got nothing to say
I used to think I was good
I used to say this came naturally

But now there's nothing no words no wisdom
Not even nothing about the life that I once lived

This is where hours go by
This piece of paper makes me feel sick
I slowly start to confess
I never got it I'm just a mess

I'm not ironic I'm not sarcastic
I'm not poetic nor am I good with words
What's that to say

Oh, nothing to say, how cruel
Who do you think you fool
You better get it right
This is a tragic fight
Can't you see this is not what you're meant to be

I start adjusting my chair
I'm getting ready to write about love
That was a desperate attempt
My brain is blank and I stare at the wall

I'm not dramatic I'm not romantic
I got no talent nor am I good with rhymes
Come on give up

Oh, nothing to say, how cruel
Who do you think you fool
You better get it right
This is a tragic fight
Can't you see this is not what you're meant to be

Oh, nothing to say, how cruel
Who do you think you fool
You better get it right
Oh, nothing to say, how cruel
Who do you think you fool
You better get it right
This is a tragic fight
Can't you see this is not what you're meant to be