Fiddle

I tried before, to find a metaphor
to make the world understand

you're in my brain
but I can't explain
what makes you make me
the way I am.

Won't call you a sweater
sure you're warm
but you fit me in any weather

Won't call you a bird
even if though you're sweet
because you only chirp for me

Won't call you a promise
because there is no obligation
you just like being here

Some before, played me like
a fiddle

But you hold me, deliberate
soft when the song needs it
like your favorite guitar.

I guess I don't know what to call you
because it's never been this way before

I guess I don't know what to call you
because it's never been this way before.