Some sang their songs   like they're flying on uppers   so sweet and smug   that I lose my supper      some mumble psalms   of solace and virtue   hang by their palms   and choke on the cud they chew      I'm glad we met   So sad you left   Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour      Love songs are cheap   and only get cheaper   They prey on the meek   Who only get Meeker      Cliches sung by stars   Looks so good on paper   Each bar fed to you   A faux communion water      Don't even think of being average   Cuz you're so much more to me than edequate   I'm hanging on to every word you speak   I'll burn the torch until you come to me      I'm glad we met   So sad you left   Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour   The time we spent   Was heaven sent   Opened my eyes and stole my hours