You're the loneliest night I ever had Standing out on Broadway with a friend You're the pit in my stomach and my chest And the reason that I will love again I'm such a freak If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love myself Now I don't feel like a lost cause I was always after parties in the rafters Now I'm on my couch writing songs about disasters A work in progress (a work in progress) With a touch of sadness (with a touch of sadness) I sleep on the right side, baby To suffocate the devil on my shoulder I'll be alright, well, maybe My heart's less of a soldier as I get older I'm being honest The onus is on you to call me on my bullshit But since you were aimless as I Figure out who I am It's ironic, and so unflattering If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love my If I didn't love you, I wouldn't love myself Now I don't feel like a lost cause I was always after parties in the rafters Now I'm on my couch writing songs about disasters A work in progress (a work in progress) With a touch of sadness (with a touch of sadness) Will it ever make sense? It doesn't have to Then would you accept things you don't want to be true? There's beauty in trying There's beauty in trying