I'm a Chrome Plated Steel Mountain

I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
Everyone slips away.
You seem to be a magnet.
Are you, then, attracted?
I don’t want you to leave.
When you’re away,
I feel a pull on me.
I don’t want to be needy, but don’t leave...

I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
I generally can’t pursue on feet, or so it seems.
People roll, or slip, or otherwise leave.
So I ask, don’t...
Leave...
Me.

Did you ever know that I’m a poet?
I don’t think I ever said...
To you.
So, yes, it’s true, I wrote this.
And I wrote every word...
For you.

I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
Everyone slips away.
You seem to be a magnet.
Are you, then, attracted?
I don’t want you to leave.
When you’re away,
I feel a pull on me.
I don’t want to be needy, but don’t
You...
Leave.

I imagine looking into your blueberry eyes,
And think how much you... hate blueberries.
I wonder about what your voice sounds like.
I sometimes wonder... if it carries (to rhyme with blueberries.)

I also hope that you think that I’m cute,
Because that is how I think of you.
And I hope that you think that this song is cute, too,
Because I wrote it all for you...

I imagine looking into your blueberry eyes,
And think how much you... hate blueberries.
I wonder about what your voice sounds like.
I sometimes wonder... if it carries (to rhyme with blueberries.)

I’m a chrome plated steel mountain.
I generally can’t pursue on feet, or so it seems.
People roll, or slip, or otherwise leave.
So I ask, don’t...
Leave...
Me.