| Some of my friends sell drugs
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| But I just sell sad songs
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| To the ones who feel alone
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| You can count on me when it all goes wrong
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| Everyone wants to know
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| Where it all fell apart
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| Pick up my pieces
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| And put them back together like art
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| I found something I love
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| And I let it break my heart
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| No, the pain don’t go away
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| When the music stops
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| Thanks to everyone that bought tickets to my shows
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| I put all the money that you spent right up my nose
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| Some of my friends sell drugs
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| But I just sell sad songs
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| To the ones who feel alone
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| You can count on me when it all goes wrong
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| What do you think I owe you?
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| Haven’t I given you enough?
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| Well I can fill a room full of faces I don’t know
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| But I can’t see the ones that I love
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| I’ve always been so hard on myself
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| A piece of me in every song
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| I gave them all to you; |
| five years of my life
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| And you still think that I’ve done you wrong
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| Some of my friends sell drugs
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| But I just sell sad songs
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| To the ones who feel alone
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| You can count on me when it all goes wrong
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| Love me or hate me
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| No one’s gonna say you’re wrong
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| But there’s nothing you can do or say to me
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| That’s gonna break me any more than I’ve already done
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| I’ve got a soft spot
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| For being fucked up
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| I’ve spent years alone and unloved
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| But I made it out
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| And I’m happy now
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| I’m your friend, I’m your brother, I’m your lover, I’m your son
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| Some of my friends sell drugs
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| But I just sell sad songs
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| To the ones who feel alone
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| You can count on me when it all goes wrong
|
| Some of my friends sell drugs
|
| But I just sell sad songs
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| To the ones who feel alone
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| You can count on me when it all goes wrong |