You write letters to yourself, 'cause you know there is no one else 
 Who can feel how you feel or offer any help
 Because your down and your out, but that light is left on in your house
 'Cause you are just scared, too [bad word] scared to turn it off

 That clatter on your finger
 Will you turn it back around?
 Because you tell me you love me
 But do you know you haven't found a reason breathing
 Or standing on your own
 And if you can't move yourself
 You can't drag my broken bones

 So now our love, love, love is a sad, sad song
 memory this softly sitting home
 And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song
 And I wait for you [bad word] back to me and sing along

 And friends all say I am crazy for chasing after you
 But those [bad word] don't know nothing
 They don't know what we have been through
 Like the time we flew down I-80
 With stones we spell the [bad word] 
 We gave the world our love and now I am giving it back to you

 As a sad, sad, sad, sad song
 memory this softly sitting home
 And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song
 And I wait for you [bad word] back to me and sing along

 And you write letters to yourself in those journals you keep
 I just hoping those new pages will see passages of me

 And now our love, love, love is a sad, sad song
 memory this softly sitting home
 And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song
 Sing this tune until my lonesome days are done