I sat down to write you a song
A simple melody you could hold on to
I wanted to tell you I love you
I wanted to tell you I feel you near, but
Two hours later
A blank sheet of paper
And I’m still here
Your words are beautiful
Your words are wonderful
Your word’s the lamp unto my weary, wandering feet
My words are ordinary
My words fall flat and every
Single time I write them I feel so inadequate
