Barrett Stories

It is the hourWhen from the boughsThe nightingale’s high note Damn it! Oh god! That’s Byron (I say)The words are not mineIt sounded so goodI thought it inspired Now I’m depressedI need something newTo express how I feelSince I met you Yet each time I writeAnd think “that sounds cool!”Turns out it’s somethingI studied in school I’ll try it againBreathe deep and stay calmLet my mind work its magicImagination, come on Callin...