No one needs another song
There's billions, just browse, pick one
Wordsmiths far older knows to hack my vibe
Or rather smith the perfect line
To make you feel aligned,
Known and back rubbed at the very same time
I have some irony and know myself
Enough to know these lines are just
Written off some ballad that made me cry, just now
The therapist deep down in me
Says I should listen one more time
Before I cry for no reason,
Then at least I would know why
So thank God for fiction
Where they do and don't listen
I could need a sleeve to pull
Right about now
I could need a sleeve to pull
Right about now