So I'm by myself
On this Ikea worn out couch
And what hurts the most is that you're not home
In this one man love seat joke
So I'll be getting high
Or at least that's what it looks like
Cause the southern heat keeps me from sleep
You can see it in my bloodshot eyes
So to survive, I'll rely
On this melody life line
Cause I've been singing all these sad songs
Hoping that someone might sing along
But the letters in the note you left
Suggest you can't hold a tune at all
And I've been thinking 'bout how you stood there
And how it all happen when, why, and where
Cause I think that I've been thinking a three word thought that you never had
And that's why all these songs stay sad
So you took the radio
Even if it had got bad signal
Cause all it got was religious talk
But the white noise made me feel home
So I took your records
Cause they made my catalog full
But they'll gather dust
Cause they kinda suck
Yeah your dads Beatles ain't that cool
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