Sad Songs

She's good at faking smiles, so practiced and pretend
Always finds means to her ends
Her room is dark with fairy lights and pictures of her friends
And boys waiting to be men
And shes lost in the mirror, it's somewhere to go
And when she gets alone at night her hands are sore her feet are tired
And ready to mend

She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if they're written just for her

A big time searcher, what lies beneath the cross?
With long hair that always knots
A night time walker through streets and vacant lots
Hearing ballads of the lost
Now she's gone like an arrow shot from a bow
How she flies through dotted skies, through storylines of darker times
To land on her mark

She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if theyre written just for her

She loves all the sad songs, a picture of her life
She loves all the sad songs
She loves all the sad songs, the things she cant describe
Her chaperone when walking home for nights alone and feeling low
Is all in those songs

She listens to sad songs - playing through the night
They somehow make her feel alright
She listens to sad songs - she knows every word
As if they're written just for her