You're all the right words,
At exactly the wrong time,
You're the right dance step,
But we're dancing out of time.
Perfectly imperfect,
And characteristically flawed,
I should have seen it coming,
Should've seen it all along.
What I thought was the light to guide me,
Turned out to be the train.
What I thought would help me,
Only increased the pain.
Tell me how you do it,
How you seem so sleek,
So dark, yet welcoming,
Your mysterious physique.
But since you're the wrong words,
I'm glad they were said,
Even if they were unconventional,
Or possibly dead.
And since we danced,
out of time,
It made me think,
And realize,
That sometimes it's best,
To just do what you want,
And dance to the music,
Even if it's silent.
