Slump

This is a slump, oh I know it is How many months has it been? Came all at once, now it's gone again Some heavy words on a screen I am a chump, oh I know I am Is there a pill I can take? To trip it up, find the stowaway And do it for my own sake There's a watcher at my window He's been banging on the door There's a watcher at my window He's been banging on the door I'm a hermit crab-like creature I'm not coming out for sure It's been a month since I went away And I'm still stuck in a rut Do keep in touch, or don't anyway It's anything but clear-cut