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 complained about a place we'd never been   and argued over pictures in a book   it always feels so incomplete   another day, another street   another suite on Easy Road   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 'till 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   -repeat chorus-