Late nights writing crappy lyrics on an out of tune guitar,
Slow rhythms and soft tones,
All for that perfect sad song.
Scratchy chords to match my melancholy heart,
That disintegrate with each breath I inhale as i pluck each string
In a little melodic tune.
I'll play my crappy tunes in hopes you'll come along
We'll talk about you and your hopes and your dreams
The ones I'll say are beautiful.
I'll play it over and over again,
all for that perfect sad song.