Loving him is like seeing my favorite colors in a song.
Like his drums my bass.
His rhythm my pace.
Trying to merge into one beat.
Hitting me with snare till I hit my crescendo.
Just let that melody ride to the end though.
And when its over we put it on repeat.
There's no telling what his words do to me.
I wanna dance to this feeling, make moves to it.
Together we hitting high notes.
And when I'm in this groove there's no touching my mood.
I can only compare it to vibing off an instrumental. Making love to a drum machine.
Keeps talking about he's a G clef , he's gonna get me in treble