Got rhythm in his bones
Got songs in his mouth
Tap tapping on a drum set
On a steering wheel
On our kitchen table
On our kitchen table
I hear him
My husband got broken up beats that hide behind his teeth
I've come to realize that this love is a song
My husband got broken up beats that hide behind his teeth
His heartbeat is my bass line slash life line when I just don't know if I can deal with the shit
he is there, helping me keep time
Tap tapping on a high hat when I am low
Most days his music is all I can feel because depression is fucking chiming in my ear
I do not know how to be anyone's metronome
Yet here I am wife, lover, friend
I've come to realize that this love is a song
and we are the dancers
And just when I think I will fall
His song
His dance
Catches me
And I feel the music in his blood
Feel rhythm in his bones
See songs in his mouth
And just when I think I will fall
His song
His dance
Catches me
And I feel the music in his blood
Feel rhythm in his bones
See songs in his mouth
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