Well I can hide behind the clouds of metaphors that bring the storms ofn my nwords but never seem to say anything that's positive.nAnd I can sing those similes that say 'You're like the cure to somen fatal ndisease that I've been living with all my life'.nBut I've never been able to sing suchnHappy ThingsnThey always feel so asinine; like they're coated in saccharinenBut for you I'll try.nnSo I just have to tell the microphone that I love you then I won't haven to nwait to long before I'm singing you a love song.nnI'll try out many combinations to see if it's set out so differently in could nsay:n“You're like a thousand Valentines”n“I listen for you every night and when I hear your keys knocking at then door nthat's when I want you more”nnSo I just have to tell the microphone that 'I Love You', then I won'tn have nto wait too long before I'm singing you a love song.nnBut I keep pushing you away though you're everything to me.nWe keep fighting anyway yet you still keep menAnd I just have to say “I love you”nnEvery time I try to say “I need you more with every passing day” then words njust get stuck in my mouth.nI swallow them down just like a sugar-coated pill but it makes me illn and nthen I'm right back at the start.nCause you don't need 'grand-gesturing': that's just posturing fromn those nwho've got something to hide,nBut to you I know I can not lie andnnI just have to tell the microphone that I love you then I won't have ton wait ntoo long before I'm singing you a love song.nnI am singing you, I am singing...