Writers Block, but with good idea attached.

That's probably the worst... when you actually have something to write about ... or in my case to sing and write about... but you can't figure out the words or the guitar line. It's highly frustrating.

My mom. Basically already dug her grave. 53 and already saying she can't wait until the world ends. My mom a practicing, fully dug in, Jehova's Witness. Me a practicing, fully dug in, lesbian. We don't mix very well. We use to mix. Before my sister, best friend decided it was a good idea to start practicing herself. What a crock. My sister is a lonely, over weight, lazy bitch. (sorry to be so blunt, but I can't be anything else) She use to be a sister, and best friend. She was exactly what an older sister should be. The one you ran to when the mom was driving you crazy. The one you told all your secrets to. The one you cried to. The one who always understood and always got you out of trouble. Then she got married, and had three kids. That's not what started it though. The change. Because when she had kids, actually, when she had my two nephews she was still that amazing sister. She was fun. Then she got depressed. I don't know where it happened.. probably between the ex boyfriends, but somewhere she got so depressed she decided to get lazy. My sister is an artist. I remember going to college with her when I was younger. She was the one that inspired me to go to college myself. She would bring into her classes and I would sit there, at 11 or 12, and watch as she answered what seemed to be difficult questions, and then I would watch her draw. I loved to watch my sister draw. I couldn't believe something so beautiful could come out of just a pencil. But it wasn't the pencil... it was my sisters hand, my sisters mind, my sister was my artist. My inspiration. Now she's not. She's a practicing Jehova's Witness. Married to a man she used to have so much in common with, but now they are completely opposites. Three kids. Two boys who hate what she has become even as much as I do, and one girl who the mirror image of what she has become. Now all my mother an my sister talk about is when the world is going to end, and how they can't wait to come back into the new system. They use to be so positive, and fun. All I want is my mom back.. my sister... my best friends...

So this song that I am writing is about them..

You said you would hold me until your world ends
She said she would hold me until her world ends