MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1
I'm expected to write about the colour of your hair
How people either touched it or cruelly stared
I'm expected to put all of your doubts to bed
Write a false narrative about all of your friends
I'm expected to write about how they would condescend
How you were not even close to being anyone's best
What do you think I should say?
Some drivel about how much I care?
But I barely remember you
And I refuse to play pretend

Chorus
It's easier to write about strangers
Switch bodies in the blink of an eye
Eight billion people on this planet
And you're the only one who gives me nothing to say
This is the hardest song I've ever had to make
Yes, I know it should be effortless
But it hurts my head
Contorts my mind
I guess I never really knew you, Meg

Verse 2
I'm expected to write about your timid little ways
But if I did, it would leave me in a stump for days
I'm expected to write about how you lived in a haze
When I'm in one myself and I can't see out of the daze
I'm expected to write about how you navigated the maze
Some inspiring tale to set hope ablaze
What do you expect from me?
Some detailed story disguising a complaint?
But thinking backwards is a headache
And I want to dance this conversation away

Chorus (x2)
It's easier to write about strangers
Switch bodies in the blink of an eye
Eight billion people on this planet
And you're the only one who gives me nothing to say
This is the hardest song I've ever had to make
Yes, I know it should be effortless
But it hurts my head
Contorts my mind
I guess I never really knew you, Meg

It's easier to write about strangers
Switch bodies in the blink of an eye
Eight billion people on this planet
And you're the only one who gives me nothing to say
This is the hardest song I've ever had to make
Yes, I know it should be effortless
But it hurts my head
Contorts my mind
I guess I never really knew you, Meg