I used to play the drums
I used to dance more, but I still can
I have sex
Back when I was more acquainted with a whole set
And I had to play the same beat
Over and over again
I had trouble with consistency
I always felt the need to change
And it's true
That when I dance I'm often praised
But my repertoire feels small
And I hate to repeat a move more than twice
A fill more than once
An open handed technique multiple times in the same night
I forget that sometimes people are happy just to be dancing
Just to be moving in rhythm
Sometimes people are just happy to be naked
I forget that people don't get so tired of you so quickly
But I feel the need to shift
How long have I been in 4/4?
Maybe if I stay off the snare for a while
Let's try more spinning
Let's try leading the beat, beating the step, playing the fore
Now wait, pull her in closer
Change pace
Change rhythm
Change positions
Switch
Every experience has to be different
Has to be special
At least something new to them if not to me
How long till they start to get bored?
I'm only half a song in and already I'm scraping for something new
Out of tricks up my sleeve
Out of smooth fills
Out of juice
I used to play the drums
I used to dance more, but I still can
I have sex
But what’s next?
Always trying to reinvent the same thing
Wood sticks wood floor wood clicks wooden form
And I constantly question
I'm not sure how long I can keep this up
If I don't find someone new
Because even though you're kind of new I feel the need to be newer than you
Have you been around long enough to see all the good?
I want you to leave
I want you to part from me without a peak under the hood
Just magic and rhythm smooth fills, steps, and grooves
Because I just know
I just know
That before long, with all the mystery gone
They're gonna be bored of me
Any minute now
Any time now
They're going to need something new