Always hearts

I would love to write you a love song
but we both know i can't sing.
I would try and play the chords for you
but i never learned the damn thing.
I would buy you the ocean if i could
but god won't put it up for sale.
So i guess we'll just settle
for all the things that don't compare.

This paper ain't worth nothing
ain't worth air and shit, that's free.
I'll send it to you when you're away
on a postcard signed sincerely me.
And it won't have too many words.
Nothing fancy, something plain.
Something that'd put the earth to shame.
A couple phrases here and there
just to humor you and let you know I'm well aware
you're gone and sure I'm down
but when you come back remember I'll still be around.

This is no poem this is no song
this is no story short or long.
this is no end, this is no start.
But always hearts.
There's always hearts.