The Songs I Need To Hear

I just spent a night, cleaning my kitchen

Killing time, instead of writting songs

I'm terrified that even if you listen

I won't have anything to say at all

I'm so sorry if ive ever written

A line that sounded trite, but just not true

I promise it was never my intetion

To act like I know what you're going through

See I got a microphone, and I'm on the radio

But that doesn't mean I know, hopes and fears

So I can not assume, I know what to sing for you

I can only write the songs, I need to hear

I need to hear, I don't need all the answers

But questions, are a danger to the truth

I need to hear that what I'm doing matters

But I'm loved, for who I am, not for what I do