Glad

Some sang their songs like 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 communion wafer

I'm glad we met, so sad you left
Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour

Don't even think of being average
'Cause you're so much more to me than adequate
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

Glad we met
Glad we met
Glad we met
Glad we met

Glad we met
Glad we met
Glad we met
Glad we met