Lyrics

Lyrics from live performance [Verse 1] Never let go, always the pain I'm getting used to a rebound Always the artist, never the painter I'm getting used to the feeling now [Pre-Chorus] I spill my blood on the floor My pages never get full Just want the chance to love [Chorus] I guess it's true, nothing to prove But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse It's true, nothing to prove But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse [Verse 2] I'm a typewriter, typewriter, just like you, like a second world I Just want to in that first game I'm not dropping, just be floating, just be kind to save my heart Wishing I could be somebody's hope [Pre-Chorus] I put my heart on the line My child and I are feeling well Just want the chance for real love [Chorus] I guess it's true, nothing to prove But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse It's true, nothing to prove But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse [Outro] Oh Oh