[Lyric] Pt. 2 Why I Dont Write Love Songs (LYNNE[A] (IL))

Last week, I wrote a song about
How wonderful you were, but
That was before what you said the
Next day

I used some metaphors about how you were like
Flowers
And sunshine, but you
Gave me a sunburn and looks like you might
Be a weed

You ripped out my petals
You stomped on my leaves
You drained me of color

Next was a verse about how
You're like a lighthouse that
Guides me to shore
Who knew the shore was
Just a bunch of big sharp rocks?
Before, you were the one who
Lit up the night time, but now
You're the reason I'm afraid of the dark

I'll be here, crying in the bathroom
I'll be here, crying to my mom
But I'm glad you're having fun at
That beach house

I'll be here, faking a smile
I'll be here, hating my tears
But I'm glad you're having fun at
That beach house

And I know we're far away for now
And in just a month we would be closer
Until you said you're going to leave again
And plan to be single when you do
So out of the blue

Here's why I don't write love songs
They always bite me in the ass
You'd think by now I would learn my lesson

Here's why I don't write love songs
They always bite me in the ass
You'd think by now I would learn my lesson