It's hard to make art when no one's breaking your heart I don't know where to start anymore Try as I might, I can't stop feeling alright It seems it snuck up on me just like you're knocking my door I've spent my years Distilling my tears into songs But now my river's run dry It seems I've lost my supply Oh, all my ideas are gone Why's it so hard to make art When no one's breaking your heart? And why's it so hard to write songs Once you've gotten what you wanted all along? You've made me hope But it's taken its toll When I sit down and play my guitar And if I had to guess It's that I'm not so depressed So there's no need to impress Random girls at the bar with my songs I can sing what I want But as I begin To my chagrin All my ideas are gone Oh, why's it so hard to make art When no one's breaking your heart? And why's it so hard to write songs Once you've gotten what you wanted all along? And no, I don't miss how it was before It's just that it's hard to make art It's hard to make art It's hard to make art When no one's breaking your heart anymore