Standard (EADGBE)

While i sit alone in this room

 i've got crates full of sorrow

 even more filled with shadows

 that i fish out and ridicule

when i'm feeling lonely.

I'm lacking sense, but bound

in a very specific direction

it's phenomenal and unprecedented

it's a chip of the old block

and a step up the new ladder.

Chorus

Mr.Scribe, i write to you

pen and penchant aimed

to pour over a fool

left with no more rhymes

i'm poetically franchised.

I'm in charge for the day

in terminal wanderlust

i've excited my worst thoughts

exorcised what was lost

am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not?

I'm not sure what sad is

but listless i'm not

my lists are never ending

and my emotions aren't store-bought

and tears, they either deceive or endear me

Chorus

 i'm your little golden nugget collecting dust

 bored with my own stale and directed thoughts

 in a place where so much life and loves abound

 it's amazing how little tempts me

 from my glass house.