An Irish Goodbye On St Valentine'S Day

There's a place where these broken souls go
We couldn't figure it, so you left me here alone
And on the radio a 21 year old
Sings a song he didn't write about his own true love

What can I say if you won't let me?
What can I say, it's no surprise
An Irish Goodbye on old St. Valentine's Day

I hope it's not the last time that you leave me here behind
Our writing's like a tangled stanza
That could ever find its rhyme
No lovesick Romeo, no tragedy, no story told
We numb our sensibilities until our wandering hearts go cold 

And on this holiday
I watch you walk away
The february wind is snapping on the lonesome bay
And oh, St. Valentine
They'll use your holy shrine 
they sell the songs they wrote
So they shove em down our throats

What can I say if you won't let me?
What can I say, it's no surprise
An Irish Goodbye on old St. Valentine's Day

I was waiting for the busses, but busses never showed
So instead I started walking down that godforsaken road
I found and empty seat under a broke neon sign
And the bar was full of lonely ghosts without no valentines 
I drank until I slurred and swore I'd never love again
And I don't blame you, not one bit, for waking when you did
And now I'm standing here in the freezing rain and you're already home
And I only showed up to this place so I wouldn't die alone.