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i want to do things on my own time
and when i feel like rhyming,
i'll do it.
but i'm not ready for the rhyme
it means repeat, or a close variation
when there are certain patterns
i don't want to relive. i'm content
with a new line, a new phrase to get me going
and hold me still until the chorus comes in,
when i beg for an interlude
to scratch my head, make sense of things
and move on

i like this new verse,
it feels new and fresh and full of life
a new beat to saturate the old, dirty hymns.
fills my head up, pulsates down below
and it keeps going. i like it when it doesn't stop
keep on so this verse can grow on me,
might even become my personal anthem if it doesn't
pull away and leave me to remember
this is just my song,
another simple melody expressing
the same chorus line, about losing
this verse is clean

if i am to rhyme,
let this time be a stark contrast
hiding behind similar-sounding syllables
like my issues with trust, but that those
syllables could easily be forgotten
or pushed so far back i'd think it was nothing more
than just a little de ja vu
when someone walks past, humming those bars
and fades away in the street

until then, i'd rather have you on repeat
with no sign of a stop,
only a pause to lean over and hit replay so
we can do this all over again
for you always feel like the first time
and i'm never ever bored with this tune
fuck the rhyme, fuck the chorus, fuck the rules
let's be someone else's de ja vu