Be Good from A/B by TUDZ

A jagged line of ink runs down my sheets
It signifies the border of my broken restless temper
I think I'm writing in my sleep
Depending on which side I wake up on I might remember
How I'd describe myself in three words, please
My mouth works out the sounds but I'm no adjective inventor

I say all sort of stuff that I don't mean to say
I've got a thought surplus that won't stay put
It's getting way too difficult
To say that I'm okay
But for now I'll just keep trying to be good

Sometimes everything looks blurred
As if my eyes are much too tired to hold a vision
Sometimes I scare the shit out of myself
I barely know why I'm still living
But there's a reason I've made it this far
I may not be professional but I'm slightly proficient

I've used an old friend's car keys for a tambourine and some cardboard for a kick drum
But all my music sounds the same the words are plain and I can't pinpoint where they're coming from

I say all sort of stuff that I don't mean to say
I've got a thought surplus that won't stay put
It's getting way too difficult
To say that I'm okay
But for now I'll just keep trying to be good

It's getting way too difficult
To say that I'm okay
But for now I'll just keep trying

• Folk
• acoustic
• indie
• love
• mixer
• producer
• Los Angeles