Love songs mostly sound the same
Exercise in futility for me
There's a few who get away with it
They've sung diverging insight
I can find they drag me
No one forced you to fall in love like you did
No one tricked you, you weren't faking it
But they got cold feet or changed their mind
'Cause they got scared or they got bored
Now we're in this boring story that feels unjustly spoiled
It's shelf life, insult to injury
Did you tell him you're not gonna build his house?
Left the nails in a pile to form a rusty mountain
Some people need to hurt somebody, anyone
You may as well have been a stranger
You may as well have been one
So around on this chorus with my most unholy ghost
Take your radio and shove it on your heels and she's in running love
Now I'm not special and I never was
No cruelty made a muse of me, seen
Just a two-fisted son of a bitch with no sickening nostalgia for this
Same old cloying story, the same flypaper tongues
We all deserve better than some love song
So tell him you're not gonna build his house
Leave the nails in a pile to form a rusty mountain
Some people need to hurt somebody, anyone
You may as well have been a stranger
You may as well have been one
Now that someone really loves me, hey, hey
I can see that I'm not easy to love
Took some diverging insight long-in-finding
Now you're here and you kindly remind me
That I am not a stranger, if I ever was
Gonna build this rusty mountain
Till we smoke cigarettes on the Sun
We all deserve better than a love song
