Dry pen and once the ink comes out, I'll have lost it

I can't say anything if it's not caustic. The dictionary in my mind is exhausted

Modern writer's block is staring at a cursor blink

I'm doubled over dripping speech bubbles into the sink

My tongue is tied

Like games of tic-tac-toe

My thoughts are blizzards and I'll never make it through that snow

Bird-brained and insane, blurry-eyed and deranged

I can go on about myself for days but if it really matters, then the page stays blank

If it matters then the page stay blank

You catch that trick? Repeat the line and pretends it's refrain, now one more time for good measure, then give the song a name

If it matters then the page stays blank