Not Good Enough for It

feel the music feel the music feel the music

i bet it doesn’t rip apart your heart

crawl up your throat

ruin your breath and choke your words

i bet it doesn’t make your chest hurt

make your feet slide

make your fingers shake on keys you can’t play

 

see the stars see the stars see the stars

i bet you can see every single one here and now

cannot reach a single one

can never stand tall and touch them ever

i bet your hands are up so high

are wanting everything

are so closecloseclose and are so far

 

 

what if you want something you can never have
you can feel it and you can see it if only you
could reach it
every minute it tears you apart from

the inside out

every minute it beats around crazy

inside of you

 

what if you’re standing on the tips of your toes

you’re so close and you can taste it if only you

could do it

 

it’s not like you can’t feel it

it’s not like you can’t imagine it

it’s not like you don’t know it’s there

 

you’re just not good enough for it

 

feel the music feel the music feel the music

i bet it doesn’t rip apart your heart

crawl up your throat

ruin your breath and choke your words

i bet it doesn’t make your chest hurt

make your feet slide

make your fingers shake on keys you can’t play

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

see it in your head, put to the page, give it to the world

anytime you wanted

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

feel it in your fingers, bleed it out, keep it no more

let everyone else deal

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

hear it loud as the monsters in your closet,

kill it dead with your fame

 

see the stars see the stars see the stars

i bet you can see every single one here and now

cannot reach a single one

can never stand tall and touch them ever

i bet your hands are up so high

are wanting everything

are so closecloseclose and yet so far

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

except this thing that drives you insane

with every dream

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

except this thing in your blood

that boils strong

 

what if you could do anything you wanted

except this thing splitting your skin

with every scream

 

feel the music feel the music feel the music

i bet it doesn’t rip apart your heart

crawl up your throat

ruin your breath and choke your words

i bet it doesn’t make your chest hurt

make your feet slide

make your fingers shake on keys you can’t play

 

you’re just not good enough for it

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