MY HEAD AND ME
© Mary 🦂🌺
[Intro — spoken, restless]
There it goes—
another word, another thought…
Wait—
I almost caught it.
[Verse 1]
I yearn to write each word that flies,
to catch its wings before it hides,
to learn its symbols, live its magic,
weave the grand into the tragic.
But every thought outruns my hands,
scatters ink across my plans.
I chase the words, they change direction—
little storms of imperfection.
[Pre-Chorus]
Wait—
I know I had it somewhere.
No—
don’t disappear again.
[Chorus]
Oh, my head and me,
we’re running circles endlessly.
I lose the words, I lose the meaning,
still I write what I am feeling.
Oh, my head and me,
a clumsy little tragedy.
If I fall behind the narration,
spare me from my limitations.
Don’t abandon me—
don’t abandon me.
[Verse 2]
My words are limited, somehow bound,
wandering in rhymes I’ve never found.
My will persists, though sometimes fleeting—
I play with words, their dance repeating.
One thought arrives, then twenty follow,
I fill the page and still feel hollow.
Cross it out—then write another,
lose the thread and chase the other.
[Pre-Chorus]
Wait—
I swear it made sense before.
Fine—
I’ll dance across the floor.
[Chorus]
Oh, my head and me,
we’re running circles endlessly.
I lose the words, I lose the meaning,
still I write what I am feeling.
Oh, my head and me,
a clumsy little tragedy.
If I fall behind the narration,
spare me from my limitations.
Don’t abandon me—
don’t abandon me.
[Bridge — anxious build]
Forgive me, my creative soul,
when my hands grow tired and slow.
When the page becomes a battlefield,
and every hidden word is sealed.
I know I’m loud.
I know I’m scattered.
I know some sentences get shattered.
But give me noise—
give me a beat.
Give all these thoughts somewhere to meet.
[Dance Break — breathless / playful]
Write it down!
Cross it out!
Turn around!
What was that about?
Lost the word—
found a rhyme—
missed the thought—
one more time!
Hey!
[Final Chorus — bigger, determined]
Oh, my head and me,
we’re running wild but still we’re free.
I lose the words, I lose the meaning,
still I write—I’m still believing.
Oh, my head and me,
a beautiful catastrophe.
I may fall behind the narration,
but I am more than limitation.
Don’t abandon me—
stay and sing with me.
[Outro]
My survival lies
within the stories I bring.
And the joy of tales
still makes my heart sing.
There it goes—
another thought…
Wait.
I caught it.
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