Lyrics
I just spent a night, cleaning my kitchen
Killing time, instead of writing songs
I'm terrified that even if you listen
I won't have anything to say at all
I'm so sorry if I've ever written
A line that sounded trite, but just not true
I promise it was never my intention
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