My Words are Getting Pretty Lame

This is actually a song I wrote this morning. It's pretty great to sing tenor, like a Magnetic Fields song.

I used to believe that love was Hallelujah,
The feelings would drive a stake right through ya,
Until one day you came to stay,
And I was never quite the same,
I think my words are getting lame.

It's not quite puppy dogs and springtime,
Although I'm sure the words will always rhyme,
There's not a thing that I would do,
To protect my eloquence from you,
I think my words are getting lame.

I'm not quite sure I'm meant to write,
Or paint or draw things that excite,
I can't quite turn this smile to grim,
I feel the optimist will win,
I think my words are getting lame.

There's something in the pain you feel,
That makes you seem so very real,
But I'm as real as real can be,
And I can honestly agree,
My words are getting pretty lame.