You make me dance.
I'm not a dancer.
You make me sing.
I'm not a singer.
You make me your lover.
I'm not anyone's lover.
I'm not Pinocchio.
I'm a real boy.
You pull strings of my heart
and I love you for it.

What if my lyrics aren't good enough for you
What if I put myself in a song and you don't listen
I could catch you with a melody or a key change
But I want it to be heard in the words that I say
Please find some sort of meaning in my words my darling

Until I sing to you I will understand

This is no story
This is just a plead
So please
Listen and hear
These words that I bleed

I could catch you with a melody or a key change
But I want it to be heard in the words that I say
Never again will it be said this way
Please find some sort of meaning in my words my darling

Until I sing to you
Please remember me
And these words that have been sung
Will never be heard the same

I love You because
you're like
Poetry to me -

filling up my lungs
with fresh, thin breeze;

I love You because
you make my Heart
skip a beat -

for it can't take
this drumming - crazy -
that's growing inside of me.