If I serenade the sun would it be the only one?
And if I testify to you would it stop you being true?
With each passing conversation
You exhibit more adulation to yourself
And if I serenade the moon would you think it comes to you?
I've spent this time searching for the humble
But the more I search the more that value tumbles
I've considered giving up, empty out this sweet tea cup
Filling up a cracked mug with bitter sadness
And if I serenade the sun would it be the only one