There's a metronome on my piano,
And I'll play note after note,
And there's a lump in my throat,
Because I try to play a different song,
But my metronome is all wrong,
And there's nowhere I belong.
Because I'm stuck in this broken rhythm,
And every song I play is off-beat,
Like the heartbeats on the screen,
Of a hospital ECG,
And I'll never play this prelude in B.
But what will happen to me,
If the screen flatlines,
And the song changes key,
Because the silence will define,
My broken state of mind,
And maybe I'll never find,
A reason to be fine.
And when I play every note,
My heart breaks with every crescendo,
And every single time I'm in the wrong tempo.
And I wonder if I'll ever be fine,
And if I'll ever be able to play these lines,
Because my metronome's broken,
And all the songs I play,
Are out of time.
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