You're the loneliest night I ever had
Standing out on Broadway with a friend
You're the pit in my stomach and my chest
And the reason that I will love again
I'm such a freak
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love myself
Now I don't feel like a lost cause
I was always after parties in the rafters
Now I'm on my couch writing songs about disasters
A work in progress (a work in progress)
With a touch of sadness (with a touch of sadness)
I sleep on the right side, baby
To suffocate the devil on my shoulder
I'll be alright, well, maybe
My heart's less of a soldier as I get older
I'm being honest
The onus is on you to call me on my bullshit
But since you were aimless as I
Figure out who I am
It's ironic, and so unflattering
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my
If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love myself
Now I don't feel like a lost cause
I was always after parties in the rafters
Now I'm on my couch writing songs about disasters
A work in progress (a work in progress)
With a touch of sadness (with a touch of sadness)
Will it ever make sense?
It doesn't have to
Then would you accept things you don't want to be true?
There's beauty in trying
There's beauty in trying