This is the strangest song I ever wrote for you
I wanted to tell you that I love you
And I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you
I don't need a metaphor
I'll just put it out there plainly
Like a literal apology
A literal monstrosity, a mess of love and shame
And yesterday I saw you in the back of the room
I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream
Wanna tell the whole wide world
You're in my dreams
You're the light, you're the sunshine
You think they know?
You'd think they'd know
As a matter of fact
And last night I talked into the wind
It blew up in my face
I lost my faith
For a moment I guess
So sever all the phone lines, all the satellite TVs
I'll stay waiting for a signal, a code, or a grand marquee
And last month I saw you in a hotel in the stars
Taking acid with coffee and bulletproof hearts
We were right about one thing, it sure is what it seems
We could burn out in an instant
Or it gets easy, eventually
Ya think think they know?
You'd think we'd know
As a matter of fact
This is the saddest song I ever wrote for you
If we make it through, here's what I'll do
I'll sew it up
I don't need a metaphor