Rules are only boundaries
Set in place to break
People only want to see
The side of you that's fake.
I walk on the wrong side of the street
I live my life toe-tapping to the backbeat.
I can't dance or even clap
Rocking in my own little world
They don't hear the backbeat
And so call me absurd.
Thunk-tap, thunk-tap
***** that bounce, jump ropes turn
All you hear is thunk, the tap
A language you can't learn.
Try to cover me, the shushing falls in sheets
But try as you might, you can't drown out the backbeat.
Think of life with no backbeat
Thunk thunk it's simple song
A perfect and boring example
Of where we all went wrong.
Thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP
The backbeat comes back in, beginning now to swell
Thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP
Faster, louder, a rhythm you can't quell.
This is who I am, I'm turning up the heat
Rendering you uncomfortable in the echo of my backbeat.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Rules are only boundaries
Set in place to break
People only want to see
The side of you that's fake.
I walk on the wrong side of the street
I live my life toe-tapping to the backbeat.
I can't dance or even clap
Rocking in my own little world
They don't hear the backbeat
And so call me absurd.
Thunk-tap, thunk-tap
***** that bounce, jump ropes turn
All you hear is thunk, the tap
A language you can't learn.
Try to cover me, the shushing falls in sheets
But try as you might, you can't drown out the backbeat.
Think of life with no backbeat
Thunk thunk it's simple song
A perfect and boring example
Of where we all went wrong.
Thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP
The backbeat comes back in, beginning now to swell
Thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP, thunk-TAP
Faster, louder, a rhythm you can't quell.
This is who I am, I'm turning up the heat
Rendering you uncomfortable in the echo of my backbeat.
Copyright 12/8/13 by B. E. McComb