The Song That Feels the Most Like the Last Song (So It’s the Last Song)

Lyrics

There will never be a song about this feeling I'm trying but I can't write it Some things can't be made into anything You can't sort them into sense They just become meaningless Some escape from the facts of it Which is that I too have been a shit There's no pointing fingers And though I spent many nights with a needle and thread and a song that I sang alone in my head and I patched up my clothes and wove ways I could hope I could not Fix myself Through you I could not fix myself through you But if I turn it into some story If I spell out all the things I felt And someone asks me about it ten years later What the fuck am I supposed to say?