maybe it's the nights dancing like an idiot in the living room to chumbawamba tubthumping
or maybe it's the memories
maybe it's the mistakes
the laughs
the crying
It's the hope
It's the endless rambling
of syllables and slurs
forming words
making memories
being an idiot
careless reckless abandonment
to find yourself
means losing a lot
a lot of doubt
insecurity
sadness
anger
guilt
and shame
built up in a body
let it out
let it out
dance
cry
scream
throw
shout
it out
ART is meaning
we are all ART
our bodies are a force of nature
paint it on a canvas
our voices are the lyric
give it a beat
we are the force
we are the rhyme
TIME TIME TIME
is running
write it
let it out
let it out
escape
maybe it's the memories
maybe it's not
it's all us
it's all us
let it out
corrupt and beautiful
let the cracks and scars
the glimmer and shine
let it out
let it out
