You say “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“There’s way too many songs for the brokenhearted and not enough songs for the ones who have to bear the burden of breaking someone’s heart.”

She asks you what’s wrong
You say “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

It’s just that every moment casts a shadow 
A sadness
Of it’s not being something else 
Other than itself

Yeah, that’s all it is.

God, I love Jens.