Qualified
words and music by me, dammit

Smoky nothings in your eyes
Mellow whispers in your voice
You ask me why I keep on coming back
As if you didn't know I don't have any choice

Should I just make a list of reasons
Exactly what it is that makes me into you
Though I would sort of like to see them
Because to tell the truth I sometimes wonder too

'Cause I'm just not articulate enough to say
Exactly what it is you do that always makes me feel this way
And I know that it doesn't matter how I try
My love for you is not something that can be qualified

Maybe it's the way you always make me feel
Like I'm just the greatest guy you've ever known
Maybe it's the way that right before I see you
I feel it's the last time I'll ever be alone

But I'm just not articulate enough to say
Exactly what it is you do that always makes me feel this way
And I know that it doesn't matter how I try
My love for you is not something that can be qualified

It's all these reasons and a thousand more, and that's for sure
But all the answers can't be given in this clumsy tongue
Try as I might, I just don't have the resources to say them
Although it's strange to think that all your praises can't be sung

'Cause I'm just not articulate enough to say
Exactly what it is you do that always makes me feel this way
And I know that it doesn't matter how I try
My love for you is not something that can be qualified

'Cause I'm just not articulate enough to say
Exactly what it is you do that always makes me feel this way
And I know that it doesn't matter how I try
My love for you is not something that can be qualified