Sad Story

You don’t remember things the way I do I could laugh a bit, roll my eyes ‘bout it, but I’m not you If God gave you a pen that makes words come true Yeah, you’d still go and write us into Yet, you’d still go and write us in a sad story Do what you will but why’d it have to be me And you could have wished for anything Yet, you still had to write us in a sad story I know you have happiness but do you have pain You only think of me when you have something to gain I know you're in a good place but do you have memories If you do—are you like me—does it feel haunting Yet, you’d still go and write us in a sad story Do what you will but why’d it have to be me And you could have wished for anything Yet, you still had to write us in a sad story