Rusty Mountain

Love songs mostly, sound the same An exercise in futility, for me But there's a few who get away with it They've some divergent insight I can't find And they deride me "No one forced you to fall in love like you did No one tricked you And you weren't faking it But they got cold feet or changed their minds Cause they got scared or they got bored" Now we're in this boring story That feels unjustly spoiled Its shelf-life insult to injury "Did you tell him you're not going to build his house? Left the nails in a pile To form a rusty mountain? Some people need to hurt somebody, anyone You may as well have been a stranger..." You may as well have been one I round on this chorus with most unholy gorge Take your radio and shove it! All your "he's" and "she's" and rhyming "love" I'm not special and I never was No cruelty made a muse of me, see? Just a two fisted son-of-a-bitch With no sickening nostalgia for this The same old cloying story The same flypaper tongues We all deserve better Than some love song So tell him you're not going to build his house! Leave the nails in a pile To form a rusty mountain Some people need to have somebody, anyone You may as well have been a stranger You may as well have been one And now that someone really loves me I can see that I'm not easy to love It took some divergent insight long in finding But now you're here and you kindly remind me That I am not a stranger If I ever was Gonna build this rusty mountain 'Til we smoke cigarettes on the sun We all deserve better Than a love song