If I played piano
I would write you a song
but I don’t, so I won’t
it’d just come out all wrong

If I knew how to dance
I’d swing with you all the night
but I don’t, so I won’t
my feet wouldn’t move right

If I sang beautifully
I would serenade you to sleep
but I don’t, so I won’t
I won’t utter a peep

If I could paint or draw
I’d picture you and I
but I don’t, so I won’t
I won’t even try

If I could make you fall in love
then I’d make you fall for me
but I can’t, so I rant
about what’ll never be