I am not your tool or your born-again fool
I'm not in the mood to serenade sorrow
There was a time that I could get by but this was once upon a lie
My heart aches a little
My heart breaks a little
I lie awake in the middle of a pain with no end in sight
I needed you tonight
Violin is my instrument of choice
It recognizes the pain in my voice
You're the 'Are' in 'Are we gonna make it?'
You put the 't' in 'I just can't take it.'