They say ambition is an enemy of weakness
And greatness is an enemy of fame
When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song
I think of what my mentor used to say
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song
Cus they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined
Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs
If you ask me I think they're just a waste of time
Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow
And sorrow is the best friend of my drink
Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow
But I'm too worried of what other folk's will think
Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song
See a counselor if you need to ease your troubled mind
Please sit over there I don't want you crying in my ear
Do you want some cheese with that whine?
There's a song that I keep trying to sing to no one
But I'm afraid that it's too short or too long
And to add to all the things that I'm afraid of
The devil stopped sending me his songs
And the troubles in my heart need to get let out
And the troubles in my heart need to escape
And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery
And God knows that I never learned to paint
So every now and then, I'll sing sad songs
Cus it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean
And if you don't care to hear I don't mind if you go out for some air
Cus I'm happy that you're happier than me
I'm happy that you're happier than me
I'm happy that you're happier than me