Unestablished

If we had a song it wouldn't sound like Taylor swift
Beats would be harsh, and the hooks would be catchy
trap music with soul
But that's our thing, at least to me.
I'm trapped in this feeling of progressive despair
You're trapped in a mental lockbox all your own.
The song would never have a key that could
Set. Us. Free.
Maybe if the song, or we, were more soft and delicate
And didn't have our own fears of being seen as weak
We could find a cure for our disease.
Maybe if we could turn the volume up it would make
You and I understand the rhyme and rhythm in our own beats.
But I will keep my hands by my sides.
I will keep the volume at a respectable level
I will be afraid to sing the wrong words or say the wrong thing
Because if I do that you might accept what I'm offering.
You'll keep your arms stretched out
You'll blast the music
You'll change the words because that's who you are.
Because doing that makes you seem elusive, like catching smoke in your hands.
Our songs will never be the same
But they could sound so sweet even from the passenger seat
If we could make the best out of the notes we've got.