I Dropped My Paintbrush In The Dirt

The music started.  There was a certain kind of mood.  And I thought there would be words.  And there were, but they weren't adding up right.  So I moved them around.  More music came and went.  I traded most of the words and sentences and titles and tones for new ones.  Then I moved them around some more.  And I still wasn't happy with any of it.  Frustrated, I closed out the tab.  Stubbornly, I returned to it a few more times over the next couple of hours.

Now it's 1:41 in the morning and I'm out of ideas.  Out of words.  For tonight, at least, I suck.