ABOUT "CAN'T SING ABOUT YOU"
You tell yourself you won't write about it. Too close. Too real. The story belongs to two people and a song would hand it to everyone.
So you don't write the song.
Except you do.
"Got to stop singing... you're in all my songs."
Every lyric circles back. Every melody lands in the same place. You try to write about something else and there it is again — hiding in a chord change, sitting in a pause.
The song is the contradiction. A promise broken the moment it's made. Three minutes of swearing you'll keep your mouth shut — while singing.