Sad Songs

Three am, I'm feeling emo
Grab a blanket
Blast some Remo
Friday night, as far as we know
There's a show to see

Punk rock usually makes it better
Especially in colder weather
Cause we feel bummed
And we're in sweaters
So we sing it out

Well we scream out all our feelings
And we bump and grind to Heartstrings
And we fill up on the gas
And wait for night to bring
All the laughs and all the good times
All the tunes and all the new rhymes
Same old stories
Same old highlights
Same old songs to sing

I don't usually feel left out
But I think I tore my lungs out
They are filled with tar
And lyrics
And I can't quite breathe

I am done with being so fake
That I cannot even think straight
I am gay, I think
And sad
And that's a thing to be said
Am I sure
I'm never sure
Always following the crowd
Always listening to you
Because you talk so loud

But now it's ten past three
And all I see
Are trees and cigarette smoke
It is warm inside
And cold out here
And I should probably sleep
But I just made up some coffee
And I miss when you're not talking
You fill up my head with words
So that I cannot think
On all the bad things
Stone cold memories
The things in me I hate
It's getting late
But all that's in my mind
Is a blank and wanting slate
It says write on me
Please write on me
Make some happy songs
And I'm sorry, friend
But happy songs
Are not where I belong
And I won't sing along to you
Until you give me this much room
To be real enough to tell you
I'm an open empty room
I'm awake and I am listening
To songs that I can't sing
I am sad today and that's okay
Cause I'm faking every week
Good night
Good night sleep tight
Good night
Don't let those sad songs bite