The World Means You to Me
What I do and what I say are mostly the same thing
And I say stupid things all the time
Will a colloquy of platitudes be familiar?
Verbose articulation is a fool's game
We know what should be said
The thought's been swimming in my head
But I can't find the words to explain
As far as old sayings go, well some are based in truth
I've refrained from old cliches to convey your tribute
I think I'll use one now and reverse priorities
The world means you to me
The world means you to me
What I think and what I feel are often in combat
But I know think I feel a sense of ease
Did I come across the way I had intended?
I get flummoxed in the effort to convey
I'll ruminate on what I said
Perhaps it's better to be read
I've written down the words to explain
As far as old sayings go, well some are based in truth
I've refrained from old cliches to convey your tribute
I think I'll use one now and reverse priorities
The world means you to me
The world means you to me