Lyrics

Ballad of a Balladeer

breaker! breaker!

we've got ourselves a grave situation

frustrated with the way things are taking on shape

haven't seen you in a dog's year

the dog-eared paper says so

and I'm no closer to being with you than being in control

So this is me

this is my song

this is the paper your written on

this is the part of me you didn't hear

the ballad of a balladeer

This is depression

there is this boyfriend

just what you wanted

I was the waiting

Now I'm all spare parts

and no full picture frame

I hope you talk about me

I hope I stick in your brain

So this is me

this is my song

this is the paper your written on

this is the part of me you didn't hear

the ballad of a balladeer

Cut up and dissected

left here for the state

wanted for the best

dealing with all the rest

With all the rest...

yah yah yah

dealing with all the rest

dealing with all the rest