Sad Songs Remind Me

You can't save anyone,
and I can't even save myself.
The french countryside makes it clearer
je suis fatigue a votre parole, (i'm tired at your words)
je'n coupable pas pour ce sentant. (i'm not responsible for this feeling)
I know.

Is there something that can weed that out?
Nothing obvious, I suppose.
Brave Little Toasters and Pete and Pete
the Noggin network knows.

Listen to me, closer to me
and then, and then, they go.
There's a space left for us,
There's space left for me in the park.

Such a catastrophe,
such things are so droll
Squeeze out the sweeter things
inside me and let me go.

Ring, and tell me you forgot.
And let go.