Sick of sad songs

I’ve got a graveyard of broken hearts,stacked in notebooks, falling apart.I’m so sick of writing sad songs,tired of living in the blues —every chord pulls me under,I don’t wanna feel like I used to.

Give me a melody that lifts me high,sunshine in the chorus, not another cry.I’m done with the dark, I’m turning the page —no more sad songs, not today.

People ask me why I’m blue,I smile and say it’s what I do,but inside I’m screaming, let me go.I wanna write about dancing slowunder city lights, not faded dreams —laughter instead of silent screams.

I’ve paid my dues in minor chords,time to trade these tears for something more.

I’ve got a graveyard of broken hearts,but I’m ready to burn it, make a new start.Maybe I’ll write about open roads,coffee in the morning carrying no load,stupid jokes and kitchen dancing —love that doesn’t hurt, that’s my new anthem.

I don’t need drama to feel alive.I can be happy and still survive.

Yeah, I’m sick of writing sad songs,throwing those blues into the fire —watch ’em burn, watch ’em riseinto sparks that take me higher.

Give me a melody that lifts me high,hands in the air under the open sky.I’m done with the dark, I’m owning the stage —no more sad songs from now on.I’m okay.No more sad songs —I’m writing happy ones today.