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Why I Write Such Good Songs
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Why I Write Such Good Songs was released on January 1, 2001 by March Records as a part of the album After Mathematics
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2001
LabelMarch Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM102

Credits

Lyrics

The sweetest symphony is full of hot despair
But all too soon you're erasing my whole kiss
A dance we had six years ago when we were young and scared
Full of empty promises and threats
So we complain about a place we'd never been
And argued over pictures in a book
It always feels so incomplete, another day, another street
Another sweet, uneasy look
I used to know just what I'd say if you confronted me
How come I can't remember now?
You ask why I write such good songs, I think it's plain to see
I have to let it out somehow
No one can sing like me
And no one can play guitar like me
And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can't explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that's why I write such good songs
In the time it takes to make one mistake, you're up and gone
And I'm so tired that I just watch you run
You always hide my evidence and clean your snowflake fingerprints
Off the loaded barrel of my tongue
I can't ignore you anymore but what else can I say?
It seems absurd to argue now
I guess we should have kept in touch 'cause when you can't talk, you think too much
And it all builds up 'til it all comes out
When everything I try to say comes out so foolishly
I have no choice except to lie
So when I tell you that I hate the things you do to me
I wonder why I even try
No one can sing like me
And no one can play guitar like me
And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can't explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that's why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me
And no one can play guitar like me
And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can't explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that's why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me
And no one can play guitar like me
And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can't explain myself
It would sound much better from someone else
But you chose me, and you were wrong
And that's why I write such good songs
No one can sing like me
And no one can play guitar like me
And no one says the things I say
And no one else ever feels this way
I can't explain myself
Written by: Graham Smith
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