Said she couldn't hear me over the music...
She couldn't hear me over the myuu-oo-oo-sic..
She couldn't hear me over the music...
She never really knew my song...
She spoke every word as if they left my lips,
And traveled directly to her ear
Without a solitary soul hearing my thoughts.
She brought tightly rolled L's to my cove..
We wrapped in each others psychie
Strummed the strings of our past lives
To play the Now melody.
With staccato movements,
Tight lipped ombresher,
And heavy sticking...
Our percussion was 3 bass,
With twice the sound,
Three snares with 3 times as much flare.
Our decibels were peaking.
I was so caught up in the melody I paid no attention to the chord changes.
Our conversation became flat.
We would argue and throw sharp insults back and forth like knives.
What was a quick paced fortissimo has become a sfortsando...careening into a decrescendo.
I raised my hands to signal the volume to rise..
And realized I was no longer the conductor.
I was part of the audience..
So caught up in my own show that I had not realized the curtain closed,
The day ended,
And there was a new show,
You left my orchestra to joint his quintet.
To feel like you served a bigger purpose.
To feel like you were more than just ambient noise
To feel like you were the harmony.
It was too late for me to tell you...
It was too late for me to scream over the climax of our overture!
You were the melody...
I just tried to help you stand out...
So the world could see how intricately you were scored...
But...
She couldn't hear me over the music,
She couldn't hear me over the myuu-oo-oo-sic.
She couldn't hear me over the music,
She never really knew my song.
