Why I Write Such Good Songs

The sweetest symphony is full of hot despair But all too soon you're erasing my whole kiss A dance we had six years ago when we were young and scared Full of empty promises and threats So we complain about a place we'd never been And argued over pictures in a book It always feels so incomplete, another day, another street Another sweet, uneasy look I used to know just what I'd say if you confronted me How come I can't remember now? You ask why I write such good songs, I think it's plain to see I have to let it out somehow No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say And no one else ever feels this way I can't explain myself It would sound much better from someone else But you chose me, and you were wrong And that's why I write such good songs In the time it takes to make one mistake, you're up and gone And I'm so tired that I just watch you run You always hide my evidence and clean your snowflake fingerprints Off the loaded barrel of my tongue I can't ignore you anymore but what else can I say? It seems absurd to argue now I guess we should have kept in touch 'cause when you can't talk You think too much And it all builds up 'til it all comes out When everything I try to say comes out so foolishly I have no choice except to lie So when I tell you that I hate the things you do to me I wonder why I even try No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say And no one else ever feels this way I can't explain myself It would sound much better from someone else But you chose me, and you were wrong And that's why I write such good songs No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say And no one else ever feels this way I can't explain myself It would sound much better from someone else But you chose me, and you were wrong And that's why I write such good songs No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say And no one else ever feels this way I can't explain myself It would sound much better from someone else But you chose me, and you were wrong And that's why I write such good songs No one can sing like me And no one can play guitar like me And no one says the things I say And no one else ever feels this way I can't explain myself