Album: Benjamin William Hastings
Verse
You deserve so much more than a half-baked song
Especially on an album so indulgently long
And I tried my best, I swear, but I came up empty
And maybe
Well, that's because the best of art comes from
Lacerations of the heart, but our love
Is not the kind you'd write in your stories
Nah, it's the best kind of boring
And that's not to say it's not been hard
Oh, I've been rumbling around here in the dark
I abseiled down to hell and you went with me
And so I love you, but please note
For this next song's not about you at all
In fact, if anybody else out there's still listening
It's probably for you I'm singing
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