This one was written after visiting a beautiful wooden cabin up north,
I imagined what would it feel like to the person who invested thought, sweat, and blood into building such a beauty when it betrays you.
do you think I captured the mood right?
Read this in romantic/ballad style
Pre-song:
(sound of hammer on wood, then Yelp)
V1:
Do you remember the days of glory
Free of distress and free of worry?
You could send love and share your a thought
But with thumb swollen, you cannot
Pre-chorus 1:
You could take selfies and click send
Troll away and poke a friend
Chorus:
And now can’t feel what’s left what’s right
Cannot engage in flaming fight
Can’t spill your heart in Serenade
Your social life is at its end
V2:
What’s worth the sound of bird’s song
If you cannot hold rec for long
Your wit was lyrics now it’s prose
For thumb is no match for your nose
Pre-chorus 2:
You swipe and tap, your left-hand tense
Your friends believe you're someone else
Chorus:
And now can’t feel what’s left what’s right
Cannot engage in flaming fight
Can’t spill your heart in Serenade
Your social life is at its end