Sometimes I hear a song, and it makes me want to make music so badly that it hurts
Music I must make because I am the next undiscovered thing who never will be
And if only I’d known it sooner in life,
Because now I have children:
If only my parents had loved me more I would be famous.
I start to scheme. Who do I know? Should I take piano lessons? I could sing karaoke in a restaurant and be discovered at 40…
Then I remember, oh yes, it’s just that I drank too much coffee.
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