Dead Leaves In My Notebook
by James Brentar 
Genre: Rock
Lyrics
Sitting here thinking, wondering, waiting
Getting real good at dawdling and procrastinating
Will I ever get to see the things that are fascinating me
Reading notes to myself from seven years ago
Sitting here writing, thinking, contemplating
Staring at the screen, thinking that I’m cogitating
Try to pretend that it never gets aggravating to me
Writing notes to myself for seven years from now
There’s a word for what I want to say, but I don’t know what it is
There’s a word for what I want to say, but it isn’t written down yet
This notebook was made out of trees
Doing my work can sometimes be exasperating
But I’m doing okay, no need to be exaggerating
Just gotta keep my mind on what’s important to me
Can’t keep dead leaves in my notebook forever
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