Interpret however you want

Sad Songs

With my troubles all in tow
I listen to these songs and they eat at me
she used to ask why I woke up so
quiet mornings drag me low

That hurt sings to me
about the world and the things I see
for the lives heard
and the people unseen

To feel their sting
salt my eyes from that strongest sea
of the people known or not to me
so dial the contrast up on that old TV

When it's black and white
boiling the blackest tea
inside of white stone pottery
scented tendrils of steam

Coat the sweetness in my nose
those roses always distracted me
and I know again
where help is needed most

In that help, sweetness
more than honey