Conversation In Song

It's a rap, but bear with me. About an girlfriend I once had. Nonetheless:


[Talking]
Heh, am I back at this? Oh well, seems like it. I dunno…it’s…it’s been crazy. Gotta admit that…. But I dunno…. And that’s saying something. ‘Cause…I’m so used to things not working, I’m almost expecting it.

[Verse]
The crazed pacing
With the racing placement
Of a pulsing amazement
That this time may hold attainment
Is a rare occasion when you’ve forsaken placing
Yourself in the line of venture
Yet the stubs are entered
You deftly laugh despite the uncertain pressure
Yet know indefinitely that any quip she mentions
Will attain such frank attention
Your wish for a current pension
Is suspended – ended?
Well, at least for this present session
Pretension suspended
Too nervous anyway for the mask to question
Every aspect of this willed convention
Still concerned that initial intentions
Will change in less time than the last impression
The seats filled empty ‘cept the last couple to enter
Your eyes are forward but your mind is centered
The entire flick upon whether
You should take her hand or wait your measure
You leave the way you entered
Hold the door for her, yet the car still feels the stressors
Your hands are shaking
Your mind is racing
To say some bit of conversation
Now her house you’re facin’
Walk the walkway, bracin’
In the end, you’re wondering what’s been through her mind already

[Talking]
Well…the whole first month is just like a blur. But…I was thinking back to when I gave you that rose. It was like…as I started explaining it, you know, you realized what I was talking about and…it was like you couldn’t believe it, it was amazing, you were overjoyed. And it was – it’s like I did that, you know: made you happy…. And that made me happy…. Then life got confusing.

[Verse]
How do you begin living
When you given up the swimming for each daily measure,
When winning held no more a pressure?
‘Cause when you’re just sitting
Living loses the stress
Your best goals met – none – you just rest
No pitting forces, just the daily boringness
Do I digress?
A fitting mess with which we wrestle less
Why bother to stress when it’s a bless to let caring just mesh
With the absence of giving a breath?
So what’s left when suddenly you’re possessed with a sense
That you want to start caring again?
It ought to be sin – the reluctance life’s put you here in
There’s nothing to win – just losing again
It’s all gonna end in misery yet again
Pessimistic, I suppose sometimes anarchistic,
Despite the fact you’ve always thought that ballistic
Resist this? Or insist in the convincement
That there’s more in this senseless convention of mentioned
Solutions?
Try my pollution
It’s mental at best; the rest just digress as we stress our progress
Look at this **** – I’m just rhyming what list comes next in my head
Many a goal was worth whatever impending dread
But that’s how I’m stuck here again

[Talking]
So…I guess the question is, “Why music? Why a song?” I mean, why bother with any of this at all? Maybe…maybe the reason is…too often things aren’t articulated or they aren’t talked about…when they probably should be. Not necessarily that it’s a bad thing but…maybe this accomplishes – accomplishes that. Hopefully. Maybe this…will say enough.

[Verse]
It’s been about 10 minutes that I’ve been sitting
Kinda hopping this verse would somehow be written
The last verse you kinda envision
’Ll leave the listener straight smitten
In a position for no marks of derision
To enrichen the rhyme
Without the crime of prevention
In the area marked for the point to be mentioned
I keep guessing professing would be the logical ending
But past works have me betting
Time’s use is longer in setting
I suppose one verse can’t get ready
All the thoughts that are pending
Pretending their simple is wrong yet already
‘Cause no verse could be getting
Every emotion you’re setting
The look of your smile or regretting
Having to let go when you’re leaving
My altered set breathing
Or the work of the weaving
Of walking you to your bus every evening
So though size is deceiving
Ironically, I swear, it’s you who’s the reason

Wow. I'm not a fan of rap, so chances are I won't be listening to this - but I really like it. Not completely sure of the speaking parts, but the rest just seems to flow. You might've tried to rhyme but I don't believe you tried too hard - and that's good.
It's nice to see something decent on these forums. I went through about 10 threads and found nothing to catch my eye, yet I find a rap and it's better than all I've read today(not comparing to my own lyrics, but mine aren't even that good :P)