Winded

All the words I wish to say to you Have all been said a thousand times before. So I won't bore you with them now.

You've already seen the northern lights, Winter's morning, old growth forests all. So I won't show you what you mean to me.

I know love songs greater than the ones that I could ever hope to write have tiptoed through your radio. So I won't bruise your ears with mine.

The broken mirror in your pocket paints a better portrait than the stained glass windows of the church I built for you inside myself. So I won't let you in.

Objectively, You've had better than I could ever hope to give you.

Objectively, That's fine.