I'm a writer, I've got a bit of a problem I picked up some moves in my youth and I'm scared that I've lost them 'Cause I'm three years past twenty And suddenly everyone's starting to wonder If I keep digging do I keep dying Do I quit trying to write this book 'Cause I'm sick of being second best I'm tired of third and fourth and the rest I may have some writers block but I'm still useful to you I'd stick up for you in fights And I'd sing to you at night I'm a loner who gets a little bit lonely I picked up some nerves in my youth and I'm scared that they own me 'Cause I'm three years past twenty And suddenly everyone's starting to wonder If I keep living do I keep lying Do I quit trying to make this work 'Cause I'm sick of being second best I'm tired of third and fourth and the rest I may have some writers block but I'm still useful to you I'd stick up for you in fights And I'd sing to you at night But only my old songs But only my old songs I'm sick of being second best I'm tired of third and fourth and the rest I may have some writers block but I'm still useful to you I may have some writers block but I'm still useful to you I'd stick up for you in fights And I'd sing to you at night It's been a bad year We lost everything It's been a bad year We lost everything It's been a bad year We lost everything It's been a bad year We lost everything