You write letters to yourself, 'cause you know there is no one else Who can feel how you feel or offer any help Because you're down and you're out, but that light is left on in your house 'Cause you are just too scared, too damn scared to turn it off That clatter on your finger Will you turn it back around? Because you tell me that you love me But you know you haven't found a reason for 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 A memory this softly sitting home And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song And I wait for you to come back to me and sing along And my friends all say I am crazy for chasing after you But those assholes 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 truth. We gave the world our love and now I am giving it back to you As a sad, sad, sad, sad song A memory this softly sitting home And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song And I wait for you to come back to me and sing along And you write letters to yourself in those journals you keep I'm just hoping those new pages will see passages of me And now our love, love, love is a sad, sad song A memory this softly sitting home And our love, love, love is a sad, sad song Sing this tune until my lonesome days are done