Lyrics from live performance

[Verse 1]
Never let go, always the pain
I'm getting used to a rebound
Always the artist, never the painter
I'm getting used to the feeling now

[Pre-Chorus]
I spill my blood on the floor
My pages never get full
Just want the chance to love

[Chorus]
I guess it's true, nothing to prove
But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse
It's true, nothing to prove
But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse

[Verse 2]
I'm a typewriter, typewriter, just like you, like a second world I
Just want to in that first game
I'm not dropping, just be floating, just be kind to save my heart
Wishing I could be somebody's hope

[Pre-Chorus]
I put my heart on the line
My child and I are feeling well
Just want the chance for real love
[Chorus]
I guess it's true, nothing to prove
But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse
It's true, nothing to prove
But I'd be glad if you'd know I was your muse, your muse

[Outro]
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