"Used to Be" (Patreon)

I used to be so good at this

Words came to me like rain

A bucket in each hand I filled with ease

I step out now with a thimble

That stays empty when I leave

The grass has died and the trees have withered

I swear I used to be good at this

Lyrical prose I sung like song

A choir heralded my arrival

And lamented my departure

Now pins drop in empty rooms

And I have lost my voice

But I swear I used to be good at this

Give me another chance

She begs through the mirror

But I can’t hear her

Instrumental blaring in my ears

Searching for that spark

That feeling

Those buckets

That rain

I’m still good at this

She screams when my screen goes black

But I can’t see her

Past words I wrote five years ago that say

Man I used to be so good at this