Ink

The second half of this page is empty I have been working on it for so long That the paper's turned from white to a kind of coffee colour I have been working on it for so long It's had me running in circles Pen in hand It's got a funny way Of making me cancel plans It's had me running in circles Pen in hand It stops me from sleeping and when I can I dream in ink You think I'm crazy And you might as well be right This drug has highs and lows But I'm waiting for the one in a million, million, million One in a million, million One, one in a million, million, million One in a million There's black specks all over the table I left them too long and now they won't go But in the right light I kinda like the way it looks I connect them all You think I'm crazy And you might as well be right This drug has highs and lows But I'm waiting for the one in a million, million, million One in a million, million One, one in a million, million, million One in a million I'm waiting for the one in a million, million, million One in a million, million One, one in a million, million, million One in a million Maybe back when I penned this life I lied that I've ever reach the end Oh, maybe that's why I'm never satisfied I'm never right You think I'm crazy And you might as well be right This drug has highs and lows But I'm waiting for the one in a million, million, million One in a million, million One in a million, million, million One in a million