Covers

Excuse me if this one winds up impersonal

I've tried to write a song 'bout you before

And all the minutiae I've sung about

Can't do you justice like I use 'em for

You're too mature

What do I say that's new like you to impress you?

We went to Harlem, just met you

You sipped coquito, danced on the roof

Took the same train my friends told me to

I have no problem being me

But being me left me alone

How do I open my room to you

When all my laundry's on the floor?

That ain't what the good songs do

Oh no, I'd sing you covers

And you'd feel it in the way I'd sing to you

Oh no, maybe we'll be lovers

And all my words have failed me here before

But my voice won't

My heart is true

Oh no, I'd sing you covers

And I feel safe in the way I sing to you

Oh no, maybe we'll be lovers

And my words have failed me here before

But my voice won't

My heart is true, no

Of all the essays I've written about myself

And the ways that I can feel when I am down and won't let go

I can't tell you how much fear I have when you say "talk to me"

Hence why quotations float around when I'm alone

I would cite from L. and Steven Stevens

DeMarco ad remarc, yeah

It really hits it home for me

But of all the pain inside our brains

Yeah, Orpheus helps us keep it sane

And recollect the passion in the paintings I make

When I'm writing 'bout your frame

But that ain't what the good songs say

So no, I'd sing you covers

And you'd feel it in the way I'd sing to you

Oh no, maybe we'll be lovers

And all my words have failed me here before

But my voice won't

My heart is true

Oh no, I'd sing you covers

And I feel safe in the way I sing to you

Oh no, maybe we'll be lovers

And my words have failed me here before

But my voice won't

My heart is true, no

(They all say, "Sebo, let go")