These songs we keep on writing, these tunes we keep on humming.
What good are they when they mean nothing?
We say we write with our hearts and souls. but where are you getting this?
No one’s loved you like that, you don’t know the meaning of love.
But pretty words and fancy phrases seem to say it all
When there really is no one for us to call.
Telling the world, one song at a time.
That this one is for her, for him because they’re “mine”
But let’s face it
There’s nothing to these love songs,
If no one’s singing them in rewind.