What are you so afraid of?
Most of us are rhythmless
Yet we still attempt to sing along
With our jaded lungs
We can figure it out, we'll figure it out together
The melody, the words you can't remember
You're no exception
So tell me, what are you so afraid of?
Go ahead and make your sly remarks
Misdirect the conversation
Your extraneous jokes cloaked in smoke
Can't distract from
Your alcoholic breath
You can't just brush everything off
To try to paint another picture
What happens when you finally step back
To find that your creation
Reflects a different image?
When the beat began, your feet surrendered
And gracefully stepped along to the groove
But once you realized we synchronized
Your cadence faltered
Well, you can't just shut off from the tune
When it becomes convenient for you
I'm just trying to understand
I'm just trying to understand
I'm just trying to understand
I'm just trying to understand
Well you faked the art, and you played the part (I'm just trying to understand)
Well enough for me to notice a melody
But that's just my fault, I guess that I was wrong (I'm just trying to understand)
To assume that you had finally felt the music
In the shift of your hips, in your lips, in your kiss (I'm just trying to understand)
But I guess that I was too optimistic
When you speak to me, I still feel the beat (I'm just trying to understand)
The rhythm, do you ever listen?
I'm just trying to understand
I'm just trying to understand