He said, How is it you never write me a nice one?nThey're always so hard to sit throughnHe said, I know they're good ones, but darling, nthey're hard ones to hear,nwhen I've been, where I've been with younSo here's an attempt to pull heart in lamentnto the things I know I put you throughnI just hope that it does you an adequate justicenIt's all that, the least I can do nnSo I pick up my pen, try to just spout it outnBut I can't seem to find what to saynBecause something just gets in the waynnThat didn't quite go to plannMaybe I'm just not man enough, strong enough, up to the testnJust sing from the heartnForget wit, story arcnAnd a need to put something to restnnTo think how you saved me when everyone hated menHow do you sum that shit up?nThere just isn't room in a quaint little tune nto shed light on the dark you lit upnnBut I'll grab my guitar nand we'll both see how far I can getnwith what I have to saynBut then something just gets in the waynnDarling, don't fretnI may not fail you yetnI can feel it, it's coming, I swearnThere's still time to writenThis could be out of sightnif you can just hang on in therennHow can I hold a flame to the hurt and the painnto the laughter, the grace and the lust?nHow the creature inside seemed to flee from the fightnTo do right, to be good, to be justnnBut you taught me to love and you taught me to fightnAnd I fought with you all of the waynBecause something just gets in the waynnI started out trying to write you a nice onenBut something just got in the waynYeah, something just gets in the way