Your Song
now to rearrange, or pick and choose
from what i had, that made up you
the scattered thoughts inside my head
"write a song about me" you said
i found some gems; lyrical gold
in my snapshot box of things you told
i strung them together, set them to rhyme
my jigsaw of poetry in 2/4 time
this is the stuff that songs are made of
but i cant sing in tune
its a shame i have dyslexia
or i'd try it in accapella
i know you think its sexier
the words, i know will make you smile
i was in love, you in denyal
those extraordinary nights, sick with perfection
are mirrored here in my singsong reflection
that time we laughed so hard we cried
rolled in the grass, stayed up all night
dizzy whispers accross the bed
'write a song about me' you said
this is the stuff that songs are made of
but i sing out of key
this problem makes the tune flop
sound more r'n'b than hip hop
so i guess instead of singing
i'll have to scream your song from rooftops
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