Glad

Some sang their songs

Like they're flying on uppers

So sweet and smug

That I lose my supper

Some mumble psalms

Of solace and virtue

Hang by their palms

And choke on the cud they chew

I'm glad we met

So sad you left

Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

Love songs are cheap

And only get cheaper

They prey on the meek

Who only get Meeker

Cliches sung by stars

Looks so good on paper

Each bar fed to you

A faux communion water

Don't even think of being average

'Cause you're so much more to me than edequate

I'm hanging on to every word you speak

I'll burn the torch until you come to me

I'm glad we met

So sad you left

Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

The time we spent

Was heaven sent

Opened my eyes and stole my hours