Sad Songs

They say ambition is an enemy of greatness

And greatness is an enemy of fame

When I pick up my guitar

And I try to write a song

I think of what my mentor used to say

"Who fucking gives a rat's ass, Steve?

Just write a love song

'Cause they'll keep your belly full

And your wallet lined

Don't bother these nice people

With your sad sack songs

If you ask me

I think they're just a waste of time"

Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow

And sorrow is the best friend of my drink

Well, I wanna look myself in the eye tomorrow

But I'm too worried about what other folks will think

"Who fucking gives a rat's ass, Steve?

Just write a love song

See a counselor

If you need to ease your troubled mind

And could you please sit over there?

I don't want you crying in my beer

Do you want some cheese with all that whine?"

There's a song that I keep trying to sing to no one

But I'm afraid that it's too short or it's too long

And to add to all the things that I'm afraid of

The devil stopped sending me his songs

And the troubles in my heart need to get let out

The troubles in my heart need to escape

And I never liked writing poetry

And I never liked doing pottery

And god knows that I never learned to paint

So every now and then, I'll sing a sad song

'Cause it keeps my spirit light, my conscience clean

And if you don't care to hear it

I don't mind if you go out for some air

'Cause I'm happy that you're happier than me

I'm happy that you're happier than me

I'm happy that you're happier than me