An Irish Goodbye On St Valentine's Day

There's a place where these broken souls go

We couldn't figure it, so you left me here alone

And on the radio a 21 year old

Sings a song he didn't write about his own true love

What can I say if you won't let me?

What can I say, it's no surprise

An Irish Goodbye on old St. Valentine's Day

I hope it's not the last time that you leave me here behind

Our writing's like a tangled stanza

That could ever find its rhyme

No lovesick Romeo, no tragedy, no story told

We numb our sensibilities until our wandering hearts go cold

And on this holiday

I watch you walk away

The february wind is snapping on the lonesome bay

And oh, St. Valentine

They'll use your holy shrine

they sell the songs they wrote

So they shove em down our throats

What can I say if you won't let me?

What can I say, it's no surprise

An Irish Goodbye on old St. Valentine's Day

I was waiting for the busses, but busses never showed

So instead I started walking down that godforsaken road

I found and empty seat under a broke neon sign

And the bar was full of lonely ghosts without no valentines

I drank until I slurred and swore I'd never love again

And I don't blame you, not one bit, for waking when you did

And now I'm standing here in the freezing rain and you're already home

And I only showed up to this place so I wouldn't die alone.