False Teachers

I should just smile back
And say thanks a bunch
It really means a lot
That you like my stuff
I just get nervous sometimes
My heart gets tongue tied
I lose my train of thought
I forget what I ought
To say

What's wrong with me is that I
Think too much
I don't like myself
Because I always mess up
I don't do enough
I probably never will
I don't shut up
I complain until
Everyone hates my guts
And my phone never rings
At least my guitar hangs around
For all these lonely songs I sing

I'll sing the song that brings me the happy memories
Of the days when you were still in love with me
It's a double edged sword every time I play
I'm glad people like the song but the words are fake
The used to have heart, Used to have meaning
But if that's the only song I wrote worth repeating
It will be a long fleeting walk to my grave
Don't tell me that's your favorite song when we pass in the hallway

I'm glad you like it
I'm glad it's you're favorite song
But you see the girl who is inspired it
That girl in the song is gone
But apparently
She's still the best thing about me

When I'm asked to sing that song
I go back to when we were in love
And for those four minutes I smile real big
Got a grin so large there's no room for my chin
My heart beats twice as fast again
The butterflies all come back again
The hopes the dreams the love again
Then inevitably the song ends

I'm alone
I'm alone
Empty Heart
Empty Home

As long
As the song makes them happy
As long
As the song makes them smile
As long
As the song makes them believe in love
As long
As the song makes them smile

I'll suppress the bad thoughts
And play it again

So I smiled back
And said thanks a bunch
It really means a lot
That you like my stuff
Here's a sticker, here's a cd
Thanks for coming to see me