Writer's Block

I get this writer’s block; it comes as quite a shock,
And now I’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consume, I sit back in my room,
It’s like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My pulse is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
I’m lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
I’m livin' in the past,
My clock is an hour fast,
Should really go and make a coffee but I can’t be arsed,
I’ve lost my mobile phone,
You’ll have to call my home,
On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone,
My grimy windows show, the early morning glow,
Another day, another dollar in my one man show
I’m lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Don’t know yet if I’m glad I came
Sometimes at night I think too much,
About life and love and music and stuff
Sometimes at night I think too much,
About life and love and music and stuff