Some sang their songs
  like they're flying on uppers
  so sweet and smug
  that I lose my supper
    some mumble psalms
  of solace and virtue
  hang by their palms
  and choke on the cud they chew
    I'm glad we met
  So sad you left
  Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
    Love songs are cheap
  and only get cheaper
  They prey on the meek
  Who only get Meeker
    Cliches sung by stars
  Looks so good on paper
  Each bar fed to you
  A faux communion water
    Don't even think of being average
  Cuz you're so much more to me than edequate
  I'm hanging on to every word you speak
  I'll burn the torch until you come to me
    I'm glad we met
  So sad you left
  Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour
  The time we spent
  Was heaven sent
  Opened my eyes and stole my hours