Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing
Unless they can include some form of irony
No one's going to care about the truth
Even though you might be the sweetest girl I've every known
I find it kinda hard just to tell you so
I know you won't believe that it's the truth
Blessings that you need always seem to come just a day too late
Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing
Unless they can include some form of irony
No one's going to care about the truth
And even though I love you so
My choices don't reflect it well
Blessings that you need always seem to come just a day too late
Honestly, no one's going to care about the songs I sing
Unless they can include some form of irony
No one's going to care about the truth
