Beethoven -

Sould I write him a poem, naa

Oh I may maybe write him a novel, no

Oh I shoud paint him a portrait, no

I better…

Yeah, I’m gonna write him a song

How do I start explaining?

All these words on the tip of my tongue

And they have never felt so wrong

It’s harder than ever

To outsmart this stupid love

But I must find a way to express this

I must find a way to be yours

I must find a way to impress you

When you have seen them all

I am no Beethoven to write you a concert

And no Picasso to paint you a portrait

I am no Shakespeare to write you a sonnet

I’m just me and this song is for you

Here’s what I do for a livingI write songs for broken hearts

And though this music feels so right

It’s harder than ever

To outsmart this stupid love

But I must find a way to express this

I must find a way to be yours

I must find a way to impress you

When you have seen them all

I am no Beethoven to write you a concert

And no Picasso to paint you a portrait

I am no Shakespeare to write you a sonnet

I’m just me and this song is for you