"My own," he replied with a grin, pulling a folder from his bag. "I know a lot of songs actually, just not Broadway." His tone was almost apologetic now as he stood up and flipped the folder open.
Inside the folder were several loose leaf notebook papers with hand written lyrics scrolled across them. His writing wasn't exactly neat especially considering he often wrote when he was half drunk or high or whatever else. There were times when he wrote completely sober too though. It wasn't that he needed to be in any particular state to write a song, other than his mood.
He leafed through the papers for a second then snagged one free and held it out to her. "What do you think of this?" It just had lyrics, no notes but he had all the music memorized anyway. "I can play you the tune," he offered, reaching back for the guitar once more.