Mewzap - The Wrong Song to Dance to Lyrics

Imagine the samples a drummer loose with his ankles
While the sticks flying off the skin like mosquitos in shambles
Piano notes compliment the bass masking off the craze
Of a flood of passion that it keeps that can never be said
A skimmed surface showing another surface
The deep will never be reached it'll always be the furthest
Emotions that we all feel but no one will ever know this
No one will ever explain why love can be the coldest
When it was the warmest a tropical rumba for a metalhead
Or the first time of anything when you were just a kid
But the music ends and the experiences might disappoint
So you think you have learned but shakers pull you back with their voice
You either dance forever or you wait for another song
For another chance to let the piano and the bass get along
In another harmony while the drummer beat both their hearts
As we move together through infinity never apart
Three the rhythm can never let me be free
Unfamiliar I feel like I miss beats
When a four is what my normal feet need
For the waltz when we dance indeed
I don't want a chore my shoulders hold I get rid of
I don't want a sore weak neck and instead of
The awkward stiff dancing I want prancing
I like the song she knows that I can still
Keep going as the floor is ours
The disaster we're in our eyes is less sour
Hands hold each other you feel mine squeezing
The sweat on the side of my head defies seasons
I keep going through the dance with treason
The self doubt how I'll deal with my feelings
I never lied I am right but fear's keeping
Me wishing I stayed on the seat for all evening
I don't like music no more no songs near it
The waltz that broke the brave gentleman's spirit
The one relationship that we all leave in
A heart that was ignorant of what our fear is
Now I'm left with emotions no rhythm to speak of
Music is commotion like sugar in tea cups
Mixed by a spoon in a homogeneous state
An experience that can be summarized by the taste
Stuck with the cup I'm forcing every sip
Not cause I like to torture my self
Grandma heard that I opened my lips
Scored a hundred non left no more kicks
An earworm that I have to live with
People sing the radio mixes
Memes all over I can't escape this
So I have to live with the shame like an illness
But I was brave honest and I did what I had to
I wouldn't know if I could till danced to
The wrong song the waltz I thought I can do
Better than moshing to death metal and head bang too