Winded

All the words I wish to say to you Have all been said a thousand times before. So I won't bore you with them now. You've already seen the northern lights, Winter's morning, and old forests all. So I won't show you what you mean to me. I know love songs greater than the ones that I could ever hope to write have tiptoed through your radio. So I won't bruise your ears with mine. The broken mirror in your pocket paints a better portrait than the stained glass windows of the church I built for you inside myself. So I won't let you in. Objectively, You've had better than I could ever hope to give you. Objectively, That's fine.