Beethoven

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 living
I 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