I could sing a love song
And never mention a name
And when I peruse through my mind
There's never a single face

I'm all plurals and dreams
Of perfect unity
Between one, two
Between four and me

I could sing a love song
I could sing them a sonnet
I could serenade them
I could make them want it

I could sing a vision of a perfect home
I could sing of two point five children
That understand our bond
I could sing a love song.

But I'm ever-cynical, I know who I am
When I think of love, I'm not in the plan
I'm ever-realistic, I know my face
I could sing a love song but it'd never take.

There's something about those sad songs
That make us want to cry
Written when hearts are broken in two
When someone says goodbye

They play them on the radio
To remind us of our pain
It takes us to an empty place
A place, we can't explain

Sometimes it's just a memory
We never want to lose
We turn out the light late at night
As our hearts start singing the blues

They're written with pain and paper
Whenever you're feeling bad
A verbal tear, we long to hear
A song that makes us sad

There's something about those sad songs
That gives us back control
Written by broken hearted people
And soothes a hollow soul

i'll never forget how
afraid and ashamed
and intimidated
you all
made
me feel.