Humpasaur Jones - Old Fashioned Love Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Humpasaur Jones] Poets had sweaty palms since the Renia**ance Getting bombed and singing the same seven songs Where did it all go wrong? ...long story It got corny, too happy pop top 40 There's nothing left, it's all been done to d**h But every generation re-writes love and s** It's hard getting open, I could set this pen in motion Or just get stoned and quote Leonard Cohen And Joni -- late nights, broken and lonely Choking off a lump in your throat when you smoke weed I've never been a sentimental dude Kept it smooth, even when I'm too depressed to move And I guess it's true what the old folks say It's impossible to speak from your soul, most days So I'm just hoping I can focus on the slow parts The Mozart of broken ribs and exposed hearts Getting deep and it's only been a week Sweaty sheets soaked in memories that never leave I gotta relax, but all that I have Is the love song that drove me to the bottle and back [Verse 2: Louis Mackey] I'm sort of a ba*tard and brute for love And every who*e-s*ut I tore up I'm smashing some brews Kinda puts me in a cla**ical mood As I got drunk and forgot what you asked me to do I apologize for the six pack on your birthday Or the last time that I actively splurged pain “It's better we're apart” is severing my heart Sending you unanswered letters in the dark But thanks for the calls at the medical center The deep love that's still ascending to embers Most of what I say is open for debate I'm not hoping when I pray I know that you're okay And we all know Lou's a pa**ionate dude , when he's crafting these Ever since he was first running after your ***** And yeah, that fabulous laugh of the smooth way I first asked you to dance in the room, nervous glances ensued I got burned twice trying to handle your truth I tried to get it...and only mumbled words You met a f**ing dork and left a troubadour I was told Pallas was a dangerous muse But didn't believe it till I was mangled in two