Buckle your seatbelt and make yourself comfortable beside me
I’m concerned for your safety on this ride, yeah it’s quite a long trip
I won’t let my hands slip
And just as you go for the radio dial, I say
Where are all the good songs written in ¾ time
Without the swing, it’s a difficult thing to find
Like the opening line to a new friend
Or when the seams start to tear and you mend them with care
And heartstrings
Are you still listening? I’m still fishing for sentence starts
Constantly fearing as we’re nearing sudden endings
And part of me will always be sorry awkwardly
The only sound the humming of the engine running
Where are all the good songs written in ¾ time
Without the swing, it’s a difficult thing to find
Like the opening line to a new friend
Or when the seams start to tear and you mend them with care
And heartstrings
Give them a tug, what’s the worst that could happen?
You say you’re in love like the word’s on a platter
Just like hors d’oeuvres, it all disappears before dinner is served
And all that remains are the sour grapes and radish curls
Common respect has a broken neck and dropped out
So instead, look what we get to complain about
But the thing about me is each time that I speak
I still mean everything that I say out loud like
Where are all the good songs written in ¾ time
Without the swing, it’s a difficult thing to find
Like the opening line to a new friend
Or when the seams start to tear and you mend them with care
And heartstrings
When the seams start to tear
Be sure you’re prepared
For that parting
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