I wrote a love song for you but I threw it away
Because I wanted it to reflect the words I would say
If my thoughts were organic like the leaves on your salad
But they're probably not
I wrote a love song for you but it was a mistake
Because you'll never break through to my stubborn young brain
I used to know all the phrases I could use to sing your praises
But I definitely forgot
Sticks and stones are pointless instruments but words my dear are weapons of war
I'd rather burn my guns and my bridges than die in my uniform
I'm fake brave and you can't stay