I can't explain how I like her,

There's a block which stops the thought,

But I can tell her that,

400 Lux by Lorde is something,

She should listen to.

What You Are is the woman before,

When she asks who broke me last,

The irony is not lost on me,

That I write for myself,

But for others use Audioslave.

War feels like Counting Stars,

Thanks for your service,

Feels like Hero of War,

These little messages from the front,

Are a cowardly escape from commitment.

Know Your Enemy when I'm angry,

Thought it's now been a little while,

I can tell you how I feel,

Close enough,

Without committing to the spoken obligations.

It's a cheat,

She sees deep sharing,

It's a lie,

She's falling in love,

I can't stop it,

But I have never needed a song,

To tell her I'm a good man.

These messages from the front,

Send a runner,

Let me be elsewhere.