Inspiration Junkie

You can write with your words Or sing with your mouth You can touch with your lips And feel with your guts You inspiration junkie Breathing in the dirt you ride on Breathing in the people and their pain You inspiration junkie People all around you You know nothing of them Nothing of them And you wanted to be empress of it all You got nothing to rein on You sing little black notes From a little white paper All you want is them to want more It's in your imagination junkie Even though those doors have been locked You can pretend you're still there But you're not And you wanted to be empress of it all