Too Poor

The way I'm attracted to you It drives me insane, but I grew To love you with all of my heart Although we're apart Forget all the lovers you had Forget how they tore you apart My words are too poor to describe Da, da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da My message inside a bottle I'm feeling like Aristotle Still words are too poor to describe Da, da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da, da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da