“Write”

"Write", it says, as if it's just that easy. As if I've got anything to write about! Except I must do, because here I am. Truth? I'd prefer to be writing lyrics right now, but my guitar's in the corner and it's midnight, too late to play without getting an angry message from my sister about the noise. Truth? I need something to do with my hands right now, need to get some thing out of me, even if it's not the important stuff that I should be getting out. Truth? I don't know if I've got any of that left in me.