A new song

I sit on the upper corner of the bed up against the wall
You sit on the opposite side on the edge playing your guitar
Trying to write a new riff
Your left arm tattoo flexes a little with every chord
Such a sexy man
I'm just there listening for hours
Writing in my notebook
When it's all done you call the boys it's time to put it all together
All that's left is the lyrics usually left up to the singer
Should I speak up and sing what I wrote
Well I should probably just read it cause I don't want to make anyone's ears bleed.