These Words

My heart.

These words are my own.

Hey. Threw some chords together.

the combination (Dm)D, (C)E, (F)F, is who I am,

is what I do.

And I was gonna lay it down for you.

I tried to focus my attention,

but I feel so (Dm)(C)(F)ADD.

I need some help, some inspiration but it's not comin' easily.

Whoa, (Gm)try'n' to find the magic.

(Dm)Whoa, try'n' to write a classic.

(Gm)Whoa, don't you know?

Don't you know?

Don't you know?

Whoa, waste bin fill of paper.

(Dm)Clever rhymes, (C)see you later.

(F)These words are my own, from (C)my (F)heart flown.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

(C)I love you.

(F)There's no other way to (C)(F)better say I love you,

I love you.

Read some Byron, Shelley and Keats.

Recited it over a (Dm)(C)hiphop (F)beat.

I'm havin' trouble sayin' what I mean with dead poets and drum machines.

You know I had some studio time booked but I couldn't find the (Dm)(C)killer (F)hook.

Now you're gonna raise the bar right up.

Nothin' I write is ever good enough.

(F)These words are my own, from (C)my (F)heart flown.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

(C)I love you.

(F)There's no other way to (C)(F)better say I love you,

I love you.

These words are my own, from (C)my (F)heart flown.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.