You left me on March 16th
I haven't slept a day since then
I'm living on a diet
Of notebook paper and pens
And I can't tell the difference 'tween the tears and the rain
Salt mingles with water and to me it's all the same

Don't wanna celebrate yours and my day
Even though it's a week ago Friday
And there's nowhere I wanna stay
Don't wanna go out oh yeah no
Don't wanna ever hear a piano
Playing Chopsticks like you used to play

You left me on March 16th
And ever since I've had the blues
Sick in pity when I should
Be fancy free and footloose

And I can't tell the difference 'tween your love and your hate
I still think you're coming and that you are only late

Don't wanna celebrate yours and my day
Even though it's a week ago Friday
And there's nowhere I wanna stay
Don't wanna go out oh yeah no
Don't wanna ever hear a piano
Playing Chopsticks like you used to play

It was the only thing that you knew
You played it into the ground
Everybody else thought that it blew
But I always loved that sound

They were the only notes that you plucked
You plucked them time and again
Everybody else thought that it sucked
But I loved hearing it back then


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March 16th (Chopsticks) song meanings
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