# HIT ME HONEST *Kinetic Poetry* [Intro — immediate catchy sung hook, lively 60s soul groove] Hit me honest. Make me real. If I say I don't want it, why's it all I want to feel? [Verse 1 — flowing soulful melody, expressive pitch movement, restrained tension] No, not that thought again. Don't let it finish what it starts. There's a little rush of yes before I even think to stop. I want to be her. I want her out of me. I want it gone. I want it near. I hate the way it disappears. And when the better part of me says enough, it starts again. [Pre-Chorus — rising melodic phrase, warm sustained vowels] A little shame, a little thrill. I call it wrong and want it still. I know I should be terrified. So why's it feel so good inside? [Chorus — infectious 60s soul melody, rhythmic brass responses, no shouting] Hit me honest. Make me real. I say stop, I say stop, but I love the way it feels. Hit me honest. Don't be kind. I can't tell the voice I fear from the one I call mine. [Verse 2 — tuneful swinging soul delivery, playful melodic variations, unsettling sweetness] It never has to raise its voice. I hear it clearly when I'm calm. It never has to make me choose. I start to want what I refuse. I bite back what I almost said, then wish I'd let the whole thing out. I beg myself to show restraint, then hate the words inside my mouth. [Pre-Chorus — flowing melody, growing emotional contradiction] A little shame, a little thrill. I call it wrong and want it still. And every time I think I'm free, I miss the thing that's killing me. [Chorus — bright driving groove, increasingly obsessive melody] Hit me honest. Make me real. I say stop, I say stop, but I love the way it feels. Hit me honest. Don't be kind. I can't tell the voice I fear from the one I call mine. [Bridge — fully sung, sustained soulful melody, continuous driving groove] No, don't leave me with the quiet. Don't leave me with my name. I was begging for a way out, now I'm begging you to stay. And I hate how much I need it. And I hate how good it feels. I don't know what's left of me when everything I hate feels real. [Refrain — hypnotic, repetitive melodic motif, piano and brass responses] I want it gone. I want it back. I want to run. I want to stay. I want it gone. I want it still. [Instrumental turnaround — lively piano solo, swinging drums, bright brass riffs] [pre-chorus— continuous upbeat soul groove, bass and drums maintain full rhythm, melodic female lead, piano and brass building anticipation] No, not that thought again. Don't let it finish what it starts. I think it's gone. I think I'm free. Why doesn't that feel good to me? [Final Chorus — explosive full-band soul groove, bright brass, driving piano, strong melodic vocals] Hit me honest. Make me real. I say stop, I say stop, but I don't know what I feel. [choir] Hit me honest. Make me real. I say stop, I say stop, but I don't know what I feel. [Full band final rhythmic hit — ending]
