Singing along with the car radio,
It seems like every song’s about you.
CeeLo forgot you (at least on the radio),
Carrie slashed your tires,
Taylor’s never getting back with you,
Gloria’s surviving,
Kelly can finally breathe,
Beyonce assures you’re replaceable,
Gotye and Kimbra were cut off and screwed over,
and all fingers point at you.
Surely I am happier not knowing you at all.
Tears, destruction, and malice are your souvenirs,
Broken hearts and Top 40 hits.
The rest of the world seems to relate.
Although I know all the words,
I just haven’t met you yet.
Perhaps you’ve been slandered,
Made some mistakes,
Thought that love was just an easy game to play,
Stumbled and got lost in a convoluted relationship.
I wouldn’t know.
I think I would prefer to feel the heartbreak
Than be the only one who doesn’t understand
So, take a little piece of my heart,
I need someone to share it with.