There’s a rhythm to that song. I think I know it.
The words, I’m not so sure.
But the rhythm, that’s what counts right? That’s where the feeling is, right?
I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t have the words.
Had no idea it was coming. Had no idea what to say.
But I knew how I felt. That’s what counts right?
Sometimes I have rhythm, sometimes I’m in time.
But I wonder, were you stepping on the same foot?
Or the opposite one? The right one?
And if I was dancing alone, was I dancing at all? Or just bumbling around like a recently evolved monkey.
Dance with me now. I write, you left
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
There’s a rhythm to that song. I think I know it.
The words, I’m not so sure.
But the rhythm, that’s what counts right? That’s where the feeling is, right?
I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t have the words.
Had no idea it was coming. Had no idea what to say.
But I knew how I felt. That’s what counts right?
Sometimes I have rhythm, sometimes I’m in time.
But I wonder, were you stepping on the same foot?
Or the opposite one? The right one?
And if I was dancing alone, was I dancing at all? Or just bumbling around like a recently evolved monkey.
Dance with me now. I write, you left