I feel the subtle pull again
The notes are pushing me to document them
A waking dream I put to pen
Lest I awake to find the notes elude me

Yes I always lose myself in a cloud of chord and melody
It's how I allow myself to live in harmony

Another moment of regret
Of life and love and hope of something better
Twelve notes serving as my net
To grasp the endless scale of all that matters

It's here I know just what to say
The words I speak a constant flowing
It's my own musical bidet
Wipe clean the excrement that might be growing

Whenever I get tired of fighting it
I go to the corner of the room
Tickling the twine and ivory
Hello from the corner of the room

I swear this movement keeps me sane
It's vital to my very composition
Reshape this clutter from my brain
And let the music form the resolution

When the wind gets cold and this world grows old
There's a path that I can take to wipe away this ache
When I'm all alone I get on my throne
And begin to procreate with my dear 88

Whenever I get tired of fighting it
I go to the corner of the room
Tickling the twine and ivory
Hello from the corner of the room
Whether high or low I've got to let it flow
From the corner of the room
Welcome to the show
Let me say hello