Muse

'I won’t turn into my idles
I’ll turn into the excuse
It should feel just like you’re breathing —
Every second that escapes from you.'
He’d pray to be somebody’s muse
He’d pray to be somebody’s
Everything feels like an ending
And everybody has a vice
He’s just shit scared that he loves her
And that he’ll never get his timing right
He’ll wait until she cuts him lose
He’ll wait to be somebody
And in my dreams we went the distance
We always knew that we could be enough
And in my dreams you were playing jazz
Across the bar, close enough to touch
I’ll pray to be somebody’s muse
I’ll pray to be somebody’s