Voltaic Crusher/Undrum to Muted Da - of Montreal

I write a thousand songs for you a day

But I never run out of things to say

You're my Ulysses that I'll never end

Now that I fucked up, lost you, sweet friend

Everything is in trash, and it's my fault

I've destroyed us, I know, it's unrecoverable

If there's a God he will repair your heart

If there's a God, send her an angel

Make him handsome and clever and not crazy

And you notice something wonderful

Someone to love her volcanically

And please, please, please God, don't be a bastard

Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change

Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change

I am a flaw, I'm a mistake

I am fault, I always break

I tried, you don't believe me, but I did 

I tried to mature, be responsible, dot dot dot

But my heart is juvenile

And my character's not so hot

You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

You gave me everything, still I resist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

I hardly exist

It's hard as an artist to try and write something new, when the exact feelings have already been expressed. Hell, this has been expressed hundreds of times... Why should I bother? Because I have to, that's why. I can't function as a person without expressing what I feel, no matter how many times it already has been.