Oh you haven't had wings since they clipped you
And you haven't healed since you cried wolf
And all I could do was not miss you
When there weren't any was when time stood still too
And a raven flew past while you cried foul
I said you were both of only one ilk
While you were too blue to be blood blue
He said you weren't king when you had no realm too
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure
Pure discontentment
Some love items are better than songbirds
But not better than a blank page
I said some people are meant to breed birds
But anyone's good enough to kill them
I said I'm just like life in my own words
He said that was only because I'm writ
I said I could never love the songbirds
Just because they make greeting cards less pleasant
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure discontentment
It's just another love poem
Much to my pure
Pure discontentment