Swingin' Utters - Glad lyrics

Some sang their songs like they're flying on uppers so sweet and smug that I lose my supper some mumble psalms of solace and virtue hang by their palms and choke on the cud they chew I'm glad we met So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour Love songs are cheap and only get cheaper They prey on the meek Who only get Meeker Cliches sung by stars Looks so good on paper Each bar fed to you A faux communion water Don't even think of being average Cuz you're so much more to me than edequate I'm hanging on to every word you speak I'll burn the torch until you come to me I'm glad we met So sad you left Sometimes the sweetest things turn sour The time we spent Was heaven sent Opened my eyes and stole my hours