Story Behind The Song

During a hard break-up singing and writing songs was what helped me get through.

Song Description

The power of song can soothe heartbreak.

Lyrics

I am not a martyr. I am not a saint.
I am a blemish on a wall of white paint
I am something...
I really must be something.

I am the mattress where you lay.
I will hold you after long days.
I am the pillow under your head
And when those bad days
make you wish that you were dead,
just take me in your arms
and put me to your face
and scream.

But when you are sad,
I will strangle my guitar
and the melodies that pour
will carry you.
And if you are sad
I will lift my voice and cry,
and the melodies
will carry you through.

You were an anchor
you were my crutch
I would lean on you
when the weight was too much.
and when the current
would carry me away
I could trust you
to keep me in place
You were something
You really were something... to me.

but when I am sad
I will strangle this guitar
and the melodies that pour
will carry me
And if I am sad
I will lift my voice and cry
and the melodies
will carry me through.

Now I'm a specter
Now I'm a ghost
I haunt this rusted
and forgotten sign post
I will wander
and I will be forgotten
someday.