The song plays on
I wish it wouldn't end
But I wish on a lot of things
But with the words still in my head
It spills
About loving you
And about changing times
The times I can't stop
The loving I can't stop
Can't keep away from you
It's bad enough
I see you once a month
A few "Hello"s
And a few "I love you"s
And you're gone
Don't know how much more I can take
So just let me know
How close you are on the edge
I'm thankful for the song
It gets me back on my feet
And a pen out of ink
I just wanna say
You don't have to know
The details of grammar
To write about who you wanna die with
To write about who you wish would die
You don't have to know
How to read really well
To write a song
Keep the notions
And get a damn translator
Grab on to a song
And never let it loose
Grow tired in a week or two
The song that is...not you
See this song
Describes what I love about her
And what annoys me about her
Apologies are endless
Appropiate for occasion
It's a demand
Or you'll be sleeping with lint and crumbs
Hey you up there
Stop stepping on my heart
Didn't it bleed enough for you already
You milked it dry
I don't know what more you want
But thank God for the song
If it's not what's keeping me alive
I don't know what the f** is
Some "cla**ic" this is
I guess that's where the "new" comes from
It's a bit complex
But I can feel what they say
And that's all I need
To get me through this song that I write
This song I write about too many different things
That could never be a hit
But it comes from sweet inspiration
I had to jot it down
Maybe not for you
But for the "cla**ic" I hold so dear
I think I'll start over
I'll press play
I might throw this away
Another "hello" won't be ok
Pushed down
And back on my feet
The cycle
I never seem to stop