I must have been missing the point for years
I used to love misery, heartbreak, and tears
But that’s just a memory now you’re sleeping here
And what’s yours is mine
I wasted so long keeping hollow hearts dear
Panicking, drinking when they disappear
And I’m not a prophet, no, I’m not a saint
But I think we’ll be fine
But first we should set the scene with some songs that deafly describe the rights and the wrongs that led me to you and my unladen steer
It takes a few minutes but it’s worth the wait