Our rhythm of life has been a syncopated mess Stealing beats and melodies That didn’t belong to us. Keeping up with time changes, Incidentals, and accidentals. Trying our best at improve But the riffs and jams were always just a little off. Our rhythm belong to no one but us. So let’s stop playing composed tunes And craft our own song. In our new rhythm, I’ll keep the beat And you bring the melodies. It will be a rhythm that allows us to breath, to create, And best of all too dance.