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