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Stupid Kid (Sitting on the Skins)
It's been a few years
I'm still in tune
Behind the skins, on my throne
Bringing the rhythm for all that will have me
She inspired me for a while
To set out and try
And I admit, I've stuck it out
Made a talent out of an inclination
I thought she'd be the one to bring the music
Maybe let me hold the flow
But the keys I gave didn't mean too much
She's moved on
It wasn't the time
The signal of the crash
A glitter of the gold
And I'd be okay
But the idea still stands
To hold the march
For one who cares
For anyone who wants me in their poetry
I do what I can
I improve here and there
My time's a bit off
My ankles are failing
But I try
In a fond dream I see someone sweet
Plucking the strings that lead me to bed
A familiar place and we count out the rhyme
And we do something right for a change
I hear it and feel it
That spark between ties
There's chemistry among us
It keeps my days from fading
We sound like a function that was always meant to be
No efforts or struggles to deny
We just play
Like we were born to play together
Maybe in my life I'll find the right sound
To accompany me
Somewhere beyond the walls
She'll hear me tearing the house apart
She'll come to my rescue
And provide a bit of structure for two
I've got the beat all set right here
I just need my melody.
