

Prompt / Lyrics
Write that down, I may remember the thought, It’ll be there when I need it… or so I was taught. Pages drifted into a faded haze, Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days. Is it a work in process… or progress I mistook? Store it digital, where I’ll never look. The concepts and thoughts come easily, I just jot them down into memory, Before they drift away from me. Pages drifted into a faded haze, Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days. I can’t finish this right now, My mind’s not completely clear, But I wrote it down somehow… So it’ll still be here. I’ll get back to it, in time. Pages drifted into a faded haze, Delicate, fragile, lost to forgotten days. The notebook l, upgraded, yet somehow overlooked, A forever-forgotten memory.
Tags
Country Rock, Metal
2:43
No
2/22/2026