This is a crude and subtle song

On your birthday.

I know it ain't much of a present

But I gotta say.

I hate the way you love your sadness

Like an old and trusted friend.

I hate the way it comes between us.

I'm afraid of how it ends.

I don't pretend to understand you.

No husband really does.

I married you because I love you.

I used to think that was enough.

In my crude and subtle song

I am struggling to say

This is a shitty little world,

But if we're together it's ok.