Table for two,silence that grew,
birthday card, just won't do.
She walks away, I hear her say,
thanks for the perfect day.?
So I just choke on mental notes
that I keep making to myself.
Chorus:
Someday I will write
another birthday song.
It won't be the type
that you have to sing along.
The first word won't be happy
the last line still
ends with you.
Who needs a song that's
only sometimes true?
The party ends and she begins
with its nice to know you.
As we celebrate another day
of its like I told you.
Well I keep thinking to myself,
I keep thinking to myself...
This is not for me.
Chorus:
Headaches and mistakes
are all I can remember.
Too late and no thanks,
and return to sender.
So please don't make me
Sing a song, so please don't
make me sing along
because this don't feel
like happiness.
Chorus: