Muddy waters fill my tongue
Feel the letters loosen up
Calling out the father son
I'm fired up
Oh, I'm tired of the looking up
[?] meant to fall, yeah
Let it all fall, yeah
We can't leave yet, I am still just feeling
By the way, could it be
Maybe it's just Friday to me
Maybe it's just Friday to me
Working till the morning [?]
Baby's telling me it's okay
Space bars make it hard to find
The perfect words
You curse, you press until it hurts
On the white blank page
With the slow and steady rage
[?] now
[?] now
