songs
Writing songs is so embarrassing
But if you can, so can I
And living feels impossible
But I don't wanna die
I'm sorry for your loss
Sorrier for me
But I can't pry your eyes open
If you don't wanna see
You think you're oh so special
To be handled with kid gloves
Maybe if you could buy a couch
You'd have a better shot at love
I'm prone to overwatering
But I can't make you grow
I hate that songs are meant to hear
But I'll put on a show
'Cause people love a love song
Which you're too scared to write
So you go off and write a myth
To help you sleep at night
But myths are fucking boring
All dragons filled with smoke
Oh yeah I get the metaphor
But you don't get the joke
Your fears become my failings
Your sandstorm now my dust
If you won't look inside yourself
I guess I fucking must
I'll look and look and look and look
I'll blink and squint and see
I'll wonder where the hell you went
I'll train my gaze on me
I wrote a song 10 years ago
But it's still very true
And that is so pathetic
But mostly so for you
People love a ditty
They love a little rhyme
So here we are again I guess
We're swinging back in time
It doesn't make you interesting
It doesn't make you deep
To sting the person lying there
Helping you to sleep
It doesn't make you interesting
It doesn't make you deep
To sting the person lying there
Singing you to sleep
But if you can, so can I
And living feels impossible
But I don't wanna die
I'm sorry for your loss
Sorrier for me
But I can't pry your eyes open
If you don't wanna see
You think you're oh so special
To be handled with kid gloves
Maybe if you could buy a couch
You'd have a better shot at love
I'm prone to overwatering
But I can't make you grow
I hate that songs are meant to hear
But I'll put on a show
'Cause people love a love song
Which you're too scared to write
So you go off and write a myth
To help you sleep at night
But myths are fucking boring
All dragons filled with smoke
Oh yeah I get the metaphor
But you don't get the joke
Your fears become my failings
Your sandstorm now my dust
If you won't look inside yourself
I guess I fucking must
I'll look and look and look and look
I'll blink and squint and see
I'll wonder where the hell you went
I'll train my gaze on me
I wrote a song 10 years ago
But it's still very true
And that is so pathetic
But mostly so for you
People love a ditty
They love a little rhyme
So here we are again I guess
We're swinging back in time
It doesn't make you interesting
It doesn't make you deep
To sting the person lying there
Helping you to sleep
It doesn't make you interesting
It doesn't make you deep
To sting the person lying there
Singing you to sleep
Credits
Writer(s): Cleo Handler
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