Weeping Willow

All these sad songs bring me down, I must admit
Does it take the whole world's tears to brew another top ten hit?
These songs about the holes in us aren't always best
But they're still better than songs about just filling holes with drugs, and gold, and sex

It's hard to write an authentic refrain
So we mask our real selves behind fake love and made up pain
I find myself sitting on the fence
Between making music that I love, and music that sells for ninety-nine cents

Why do we even bother making art?
When each time I check my phone, I watch more garbage climb the charts
Every day I wake to find my songs still are not famous
The words I'm writing now, another letter sent to no one

Being no one has me scared to death (Oh no no)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh it has me scared to death)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh no no)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh it has me scared to death)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh no no)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh it has me scared to death)
Being no one has me scared to death (Oh no no, no)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Fulton Iii
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