Concrete.

I always learned that lines should rhyme
and just like life, hold a perfect time,
but nobody told me that all they really had to do...
was be real.

So I'm sorry I'm no poet.
I'm sorry I'm not some high strung chamber singer going to a "world class high school."
And I'm sorry that I ever let you think that because I'm quiet, I'm just some mindless robot
Look up. Breathe. Look down. Command not recognized. Smile. Breathe. Think.

Robots don't think.
So maybe you think that I don't think
because there isn't always a stink to think
unless you never thunk in the first place, then the stink is overwhelming, probably because you thought no one could smell it.
But robots don't think.

And I think I'm getting off topic, so I can't be a robot.
I'm just a human who can't write poetry.
A human who expresses herself differently than you do,
But a human who expresses herself nonetheless.

Maybe at the end of the day when I'm sitting in the studio
I'll think to myself,
"Rilee. . . lyrics and poetry are the same thing.
They just express themselves differently."