To Me

What are you so afraid of? Most of us are rhythmless Yet we still attempt to sing along With our jaded lungs We can figure it out, we'll figure it out together The melody, the words you can't remember You're no exception So tell me, what are you so afraid of? Go ahead and make your sly remarks Misdirect the conversation Your extraneous jokes cloaked in smoke Can't distract from Your alcoholic breath You can't just brush everything off To try to paint another picture What happens when you finally step back To find that your creation Reflects a different image? When the beat began, your feet surrendered And gracefully stepped along to the groove But once you realized we synchronized Your cadence faltered Well, you can't just shut off from the tune When it becomes convenient for you I'm just trying to understand I'm just trying to understand I'm just trying to understand I'm just trying to understand Well you faked the art, and you played the part (I'm just trying to understand) Well enough for me to notice a melody But that's just my fault, I guess that I was wrong (I'm just trying to understand) To assume that you had finally felt the music In the shift of your hips, in your lips, in your kiss (I'm just trying to understand) But I guess that I was too optimistic When you speak to me, I still feel the beat (I'm just trying to understand) The rhythm, do you ever listen? I'm just trying to understand I'm just trying to understand