I let the sounds wash over me
Waves on the beach
Moving me with their melodies
My hips sway to the bass
Pulsing through my core
That purple feel gives me chills
Serpentine movements flowing
Harmony, peace, and love
Things we can believe in
Strawberries sweet and drippy
To be someone is that better
Than just being alive?
Harsh realities set in
Once that trombone stops
But maybe, just maybe
That music that connected us
And the feelings it brought
Will make these beliefs come to pass
Waves on the beach
Moving me with their melodies
My hips sway to the bass
Pulsing through my core
That purple feel gives me chills
Serpentine movements flowing
Harmony, peace, and love
Things we can believe in
Strawberries sweet and drippy
To be someone is that better
Than just being alive?
Harsh realities set in
Once that trombone stops
But maybe, just maybe
That music that connected us
And the feelings it brought
Will make these beliefs come to pass
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