You love the songs I hate, your favorites are the ones I wish I could uncreate, my mistakes
You request songs I wish that I could forget
And yet, here we are
you know the words better than I know the chords
And I wonder if by not selling, I’m selling myself short

You love the songs I hate, I forget so I set out on a paper chase through my guitar case
As I fail, I blaze a new paper trail
And yet, I don’t search alone
’cause I live in your headphones
And I wonder if I could make a living if I left my home

At some point I opened up my chest
Excised necrotized flesh
Took pressure of my lungs I bet
So I could breathe free

You love the songs I hate you beseech me to teach you but I can’t keep it straight how it’s played
Reach and reach and finally face defeat
And yet, there we are
I live in your heart and on your guitar
And I wonder if I can take credit for you getting this far

You sing the songs I made I hunger for the wonder I felt in my younger days when I used to play
the same four chords and sing ’til my voice was hoarse
Maybe that’s how it could still be
Maybe your words could inspire me
Copy and paste is still very less than three

At some point I opened up my chest
Excised necrotized flesh
Took pressure of my heart I guess
So I could sing free

I only ever feel like a star,
when I sing for you in the dark