All the people around me say
My tunes got to change I don’t think my life’s so bad at all
You’d think I’d learn how to act
But I keep walking
on the sidewalk cracks
Hoping that the sky is going to fall

Then she says to me
In a voice that sounds so sweet

Why you always got to sing
Such a sad sad song
Why you always got to sing
About things gone wrong
Must be the shape of my heart

Seems when everything is going well
I find a way to put
Myself through hell
Obsessing over situations without the luxury of contemplation
I drown myself at the bottom of the wishing well

Shovel all the harmful things I’ve said. As the years go on
heavier is my head
Maybe in a week or two
You can teach me how to
Find just what we’ve lost