The Belly of the Drum

You’re nothing to me,
You’re nothing to me,
I just got to keep repeating that
Over and over in my mind,
But why is it so hard to walk away from you?

That was rhetorical,
That was rhetorical,
She played the belly of the drum
And made me crawl back to your feet,
Why didn’t she hit the sides instead?

That was rhetorical,
That was rhetorical,
She’s a perfect little player
That plays my heart to the beat of the drum,
Why can’t I find the question to get me out of this mess?

That was rhetorical,
That was rhetorical,
There isn’t one,
There just isn’t one,
Why god, why?