Writers Block

I can't serenade you with a guitar Or play the piano In a complicated sequence That will melt your heart And I can't sing for shit But I'm pretty literate So I can write about you All day, till it hurts my wrist Creating a document Of an imaginary tryst A lovers rendezvous The type that could only exist In my head When I’m laying in my bed Slightly unconscious Hanging on by a thread To ...

... im gonna be doing. i think of living in LA... SF...vegas but no matter what i feel like there is sometihng missing something i need to be happy but i cant figure it out i dont want to be here ibut inknow if i leave ill miss it so badly being at the beach is so beautiful i LOVE the beach i love water but when im there i get so depressed SOMETHING is missing i know its not a bf i know its not...