I write what I know
That said, I’m mystified by what I hear on the radio
It’s got me thinking it’s the wrong time to be alive
It’s got me wondering how my voice would sound on a 45
Faithless and buried in lust because I worry too much
Feels like I’m living alone
There’s no room for music in art but it all comes straight from my heart
No one will ever know
A complex tapestry sewn up to perfection but destined still for obscurity
It’ll never make it because there are, frankly, too many words
4/4 but still too slow for danceable rhythms to occur
Faithless and buried in lust because I worry too much
Feels like I’m living alone
There’s no room for music in art but it all comes straight from my heart
No one will ever know
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