I dance trembling hands across my keyboard
Typing the same meaningless chorus
But every time the backspace button
Plays the bass and
When I read it back
I can never seem to play it quite right
I type the words along to the beat of my metronome heart
Hoping one day my song will be good enough for you to hear
It sounds a lot like your moans
And mine flowing together in perfect harmony
But one note is always off
And it’s the sound of you leaving
Before we even make it to the bridge
I should have known that I was never your favorite genre