If you thought it was a love song, let me tell you, you were wrong. Hate is all I saw when I wrote you in that verse so long. Every word was just a scar, every rhyme a broken part, and you still thought it was tender, but it was just my shattered heart. ’Cause why would I love a boy so sweet that makes the birds in my heart tweet, tweet, tweet? You thought you healed me with your sound, but I was just burning the lyrics down. If you thought I liked the doves inside your eyes, then know I drowned them all at sea. If you ever heard a love song in the night, you can bet it wasn’t me. I write storms, not melodies— I break chords, not symphonies. So if you thought it was a love song, it was never meant to be. If you thought it was a love song, I’ll play this on violins when you’re buried six feet in, let the strings cry where I can’t begin. Let the echoes kiss the ground, let my rage be the sweetest sound— a requiem, not a lullaby, for every time you made me cry. Why would I love a boy so sweet who taught my heart to skip its beat? Every note you played was lies, I learned to sing your goodbyes. If you thought I liked the doves inside your eyes, then know I drowned them all at sea. If you ever heard a love song in the night, you can bet it wasn’t me. I write storms, not melodies— I break chords, not symphonies. So if you thought it was a love song, it was never meant to be. I tore the ribbon from the refrain, turned every “love” into your name. You called it romance, I called it pain, you danced to thunder, I sang in rain. If you thought I liked the doves inside your eyes, then know I drowned them all at sea. If you ever heard a love song in the night, you can bet it wasn’t me.