Romantic Fatigue

[Produced By Ben Lloyd & Frank Turner] I have to admit that I am one of the many Who thought that a guitar would win him a lady My teenage years, they were a feminine drought And I thought that a serenade would help out And it seemed to be working for a couple of years I wrote a few songs and they wrought a few tears But when I hit my twenties, it ran out of steam I seemed to be suffering from romantic fatigue And I never know which song I should play her Each melody is a memory of a not-forgotten failure So when I get out my guitar tonight to do what I do Remember, I probably didn’t write this song for you So as I have mentioned, the shelf-life was short The scheme wasn’t working, despite what I thought The ladies all left me alone in the end So I had to switch all the names around and then sing it again And every life-long love, and every best friend Slipped away into the past Take my words with caution, I can’t pretend that you’re the first You won’t be the last I never know which song I should play her Each melody is a memory of a not-forgotten failure So when I get out my guitar tonight to do what I do Remember, I probably didn’t write this song No I certainly didn’t write this song No I never, never wrote a song for you