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