“I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics” and that brought this out of me:
I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics.
I want you to feel me, the real me.
every fiber of my being,
the crack in my voice when I say
“I’m fine.” I want you to know.
Don’t listen to the beautiful lyrics,
hear me out, without a doubt,
you’re the one I want.
Read me, religiously,
like the Sunday paper.
I want to be the pepsi
to your white rum.
I want to be the honey
to your green tea.
I want you to want me.