💃🏻 Like a bad old dream… | Not Your Beat #music #ailig

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Podcast - NOT YOUR BEAT
https://youtu.be/39lDifb9b_k

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Lyrics:
NOT YOUR BEAT
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Top floor.
No audience.
No applause.
Just concrete.
A little sky.
And that thing
In the corner
Of my mind.
...
Yeah.
I see you.

I don't talk much,
Never did.
Got a thousand little things
I keep under the lid.
People say,
"Come on, loosen up."
Funny how they think
It's just a switch you touch.
I take the stairs
To the top of the block,
Past the painted lines
And the broken clock.
No one watching,
No one keeping score.
Just my shoes
On the concrete floor.
And I move.
Not to prove.
Not to make
Somebody approve.
Just a little space
Between my head and my feet.
Just a little peace
In a four-count beat.

One, two,
Breathe it in.
Three, four,
Let it spin.
Something's moving
At the edge of sight.
But I don't have
To look tonight.

Not your beat.
Not your floor.
Not your shadow
Anymore.
You can knock
On every door,
But you don't
Get to count to four.
Not your beat.
Not your game.
You can whisper
Every name.
I can hear you,
That's alright.
But these feet
Are mine tonight.

There's a man
By the stairwell door.
Same old face
I've seen before.
Stitched-up smile,
Hollow eyes,
Baseball bat
And a cheap disguise.
He doesn't run.
He doesn't speak.
Just stands there
Like a bad old dream.
I know damn well
He's not really there.
Doesn't make him
Any easier to bear.
Maybe something
From a year gone wrong.
Maybe something
I've been carrying too long.
I don't know
Where the feeling began.
I just know
It keeps finding me
Again.

One, two...
There he is.
Three, four...
Same old trick.
I lose the count.
I lose the sound.
For half a second...
I'm not here now.

You want me scared?
...
I am.
You want me running?
...
Not today.

Not your beat.
Not your floor.
Not your shadow
Anymore.
You can knock
On every door,
But you don't
Get to count to four.
Not your beat.
Not your game.
You can whisper
Every name.
I can hear you,
That's alright.
But these feet
Are mine tonight.

I used to think
I'd find the answer,
Somewhere underneath
The noise.
Like there'd be a day
I'd wake up different,
With a brand-new
Kind of voice.
But I still take
The stairs alone.
Still leave my phone
At home.
Still see that face
From time to time,
Still feel that weight
Behind my eyes.
And maybe that's
The strangest part:
I don't need
A brand-new heart.
I don't need
To win this fight.
I just need
A little room tonight.

I don't dance
Because I'm fearless.
I don't move
Because I'm free.
Sometimes
The only way to find myself
Is to stop
Looking for me.
And if tomorrow
Brings you back,
If you're waiting
By the stairs...
Well.
You know where
I'll be.

Not your beat.
Not your floor.
Not your shadow
Anymore.
You can knock
On every door,
But you don't
Get to count to four.
Not your beat.
Not your game.
You can whisper
Every name.
I can hear you,
That's alright.
But these feet
Are mine tonight.

Top floor.
No audience.
No applause.
...
He's still there.

So am I.