the sweetest symphony is full of hot despair
but all too soon you're erasing my whole kiss
a dance we had six years ago
when we were young and scared
full of empty promises and threats
so we complained about a place we'd never been
and argued over pictures in a book
it always feels so incomplete
another day, another street
another suite on Easy Road
i used to know just what i'd say if you confronted me
how come i can't remember now?
you ask why i write such good songs
i think it's plain to see
i have to let it out somehow
no one can sing like me
and no one can play guitar like me
and no one says the things i say
and no one else ever feels this way
i can't explain myself
it would sound much better from someone else
but you chose me, and you were wrong
and that's why i write such good songs
in the time it takes to make one mistake
you're up and gone
and i'm so tired, that i just watch you run
you always hide my evidence
and clean your snowflake fingerprints
off the loaded barrel of my tongue
i can't ignore you anymore
but what else can i say?
it seems absurd to argue now
i guess we should have kept in touch
cause when you can't talk, you think too much
and it all builds up 'till it all comes out
when everything i try to say comes out so foolishly
i have no choice except to lie
so when i tell you that i hate the things you do to me
i wonder why i even try
no one can sing like me
and no one can play guitar like me
and no one says the things i say
and no one else ever feels this way
i can't explain myself
it would sound much better from someone else
but you chose me, and you were wrong
and that's why i write such good songs
-repeat chorus-