One Word

[Chorus]:
Aw shit, I'm at it again
Starin’ at your picture beside the pad and the pen
Or the computer screen, cursor blinking, ready to type
I'm thinking of something brand new to write about you
But try as I may the day wastes away with one word, two syllables, up on the monitor
Underlined and bold in black print and caps-locked doing my block in
[Verse 1]:
My dreams are getting repetitive; ever the same ending
Consciousness getting competitive; they’re rending
Sanity into shreds and shredding the shreds single thread thin
No meds to deaden the nerve endings
Pending, the next night’s journey into the void
Void of hope or joy I’ve become so paranoid
I wanna rest but I’m scared of the sandman, the only man I dread
Of bringing sleep to my weary head
I wanna scream, I wanna focus my anger into the passion
That writes these rhymes daily in the regular fashion
But it ain’t the same game that I play when I enter the mixtape folder
The usual scorch and these rhymes are colder
Colder than shoulders of the past pointed in my direction
Never quite past but it doesn’t keep me guessin’ like now
Twenty questions, nah, there’s only one to ask
Please make my wish come true; I wanna ask you...
[Chorus]:
Aw shit, I'm at it again
Starin’ at your picture beside the pad and the pen
Or the computer screen, cursor blinking, ready to type
I'm thinking of something brand new to write about you
But try as I may the day wastes away with one word, two syllables, up on the monitor
Underlined and bold in black print and caps-locked doing my block in
[Verse 2]:
My dreams are killin’ me, hittin’ me up, breakin’ me down
The pounding birdsong of the morning bring me round
But is it better to be awake ‘cause I know it’s just a nightmare?
Or better to be asleep and see other movies while I’m trapped there?
Ha... Only I know what I show and how I show it to you’s the only way I know how to
Do you ever suspect? I know I said it once before
And if you care to permit, I’ll outpour
I never had too many friends of the fairer sex
So, when I got close to one of those I thought it was more than it was
Lookin’ how I do, ya know most girls are shallow
And so, in most matters of heart I’m quite callow
But know this, this time the words are deadly serious
I own this; know that I’m so close to blowin’ this
But, the bold underlined caps-locked word is saying worth it
Just as much as it says perfect
So... twenty questions, nah, there’s only one to ask
Please make my wish come true, I wanna ask you
One question, pacing back and forth in my mind
Will you be mine? Will you be mine?