The Splendor That
is You
~P. Montgomery
I’m at the crossroads and I’m
buying an instrument
to try to make you love me more than now.
You say I do a lot,
I know I’m a do-little.
I’m nothing in comparison to you.
So if I write another song about you,
It might make up for me.
If I write a pretty song about you,
you might look straight at me.
Cause you are so way up high
and I am so damn low.
I sit here late at night
and try to qualify
why you tolerate a slob like me.
So if I write another song about you,
It might make up for me.
If I write a pretty song about you,
you might look straight at me.
Cause you are so way up high
and I am so damn low.
See my interior; it is inferior
despite this, this splendor that is you.
You’re Lake Superior to my Siberia.
The only one that’s splendor that is you.
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