The Diary of Living

Amelia is always reading books with sweet quotations

Tryna find a glimpse of light, a source of inspiration

She scribbles on a Post-it note her newfound one-line anecdotes

And sticks 'em to her fridge for motivation

It appears to me that empathy is the gift that keeps on giving

She wrote it in the diary of living

Amelia and John got married in the early sixties

Back then, she was all he loved before he found the whisky

"In sickness and health," she said, the fine print she had never read

The person who you fell for might go missing

A lover is an enemy you choose to keep forgiving

She wrote it in the diary of the living

Let the choirs of fallen angels sing the hallelujahs

Let the devil on your shoulder try their best to fool ya

'Cause there are pages missing

In the diary of living

Amelia is paying for her daughter's education

Strokes her hair, says goodbye, and drops her at the station

There's so much she wants to say before her baby goes away

She'll save it for another conversation

You can only learn the lessons you are ready to be given

You can find them in the diary of living

Let the choirs of fallen angels sing the hallelujahs

Let the devil on your shoulder try their best to fool ya

'Cause there are pages missing

In the diary of living