Nobody With a Notepad

I've spent many moons with my head on the pillowcase
Retinas to the ceiling, John Lennon dreaming
John Lennon jealous of the dreamers that achieved it
I'm better off John Lennon (laying in) bed and sleeping
I John Lennon don't believe in Jesus
But I'm running out of people I can speak with
I was never one to get on kneecaps elbows on my mattress
Both palms pressed below the whiskers on my glass chin
I don't give a shit if Kanye said it
Or Rhymefest wrote it, or whoever gets the credit
Nobody walked for me except my dad and my mom's legs
And both of them are missing from my holidays
Pardon my francais, fuck your pumpkin pie
All I need is a notepad, open wide
And a sharpened pencil for my thoughts to jot you a letter from my heart
Signed, a nobody with a notepad

I'm just a nobody with a notepad
Forever standing in the shadows of my old man
I'm just a nobody with a notepad
Forever standing in the shadows of my old man

Red pen pressed against the pages
Laving ink stained trails as I pen my pain
Instruments speak through my speakers
Influencing the pictures my right fingers paint
Self portraits exposing my flaws and traits
And facing uphill crawl for props and praise
'Cause I'd rather draw than trace
R. Crumb, I keep on trucking, feet keep running
At Usain Bolt speeds, pen bleeds to the rhythm
Chest pounding, before I rip through the rib and kill the kick to the snare
Fists hit the air, now hit me with your rolls like we're living on a prayer
Take my hand we'll make it I swear
Solemnly so, I got me my note... Pad
And a sharpened pencil for my thoughts to jot you a letter from my heart
Signed, a nobody with a notepad

I'm just a nobody with a notepad
Forever standing in the shadows of my old man
I'm just a nobody with a notepad
Forever standing in the shadows of my old man