Verse You deserve so much more than a half-baked song Especially on an album so indulgently long And I tried my best, I swear, but I came up empty And maybe Well, that's because the best of art comes from Lacerations of the heart, but our love Is not the kind you'd write in your stories Nah, it's the best kind of boring And that's not to say it's not been hard Oh, I've been rumbling around here in the dark I abseiled down to hell and you went with me And so I love you, but please note For this next song's not about you at all In fact, if anybody else out there's still listening It's probably for you I'm singing
