dan smith
irreverence
These chords make her so happy, especially when he plays them that way What she says makes him so happy, complimenting him all day Well I don't love you, but I love your songs Well I don't love you, but your words make me feel like I belong She begs him to keep playing these chords even though he and they may get a little tired And he implores her to keep saying that stuff because her hollow words are keeping him inspired Well I don't love you, but your songs are keeping me amused Well I don't love you, but you'll do as an adequate muse Well I love the opticians, 'cause it's not your fault if your eyes are bad And they can't make you feel guilty, and they're hardly gonna blame your mum and dad The doctors and the dentists, can see how much you've indulged By learning of what condition you're in, they can tell what you've never divulged And it's up to you to look after yourself, which is so boring, ring, ring, bring me down Well I don't love you, but I love your songs Well I don't love you, but your words make me feel like I belong.