| Song | Rehearsed |
| Artist | Janelle Loes |
| Album | Here and Now |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It’s no coincidence | |
| That you can count the seconds till it all falls through | |
| You’ve learned from experience | |
| And there’s fairly little you can misconstrue | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it’s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don’t know what you’ll ever prove | |
| You’ve choreographed your every move | |
| The lines are all drawn out | |
| And you’ve memorized every single cue | |
| You’re taking the easy way out | |
| Instead of making your own way you’ll just make do | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it’s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don’t know what you’ll ever prove | |
| You’ve choreographed your every move | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was to hear words that didn’t sound so scripted | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was a moment you could have never predicted | |
| It was all you ever | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| But now every single breath you take is haunted | |
| with the feelings you’ve felt a thousand times before | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it’s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don’t know what you’ll ever prove | |
| You’ve choreographed your every move |
| It' s no coincidence | |
| That you can count the seconds till it all falls through | |
| You' ve learned from experience | |
| And there' s fairly little you can misconstrue | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move | |
| The lines are all drawn out | |
| And you' ve memorized every single cue | |
| You' re taking the easy way out | |
| Instead of making your own way you' ll just make do | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was to hear words that didn' t sound so scripted | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was a moment you could have never predicted | |
| It was all you ever | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| But now every single breath you take is haunted | |
| with the feelings you' ve felt a thousand times before | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move |
| It' s no coincidence | |
| That you can count the seconds till it all falls through | |
| You' ve learned from experience | |
| And there' s fairly little you can misconstrue | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move | |
| The lines are all drawn out | |
| And you' ve memorized every single cue | |
| You' re taking the easy way out | |
| Instead of making your own way you' ll just make do | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was to hear words that didn' t sound so scripted | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| Was a moment you could have never predicted | |
| It was all you ever | |
| All you ever wanted | |
| But now every single breath you take is haunted | |
| with the feelings you' ve felt a thousand times before | |
| And every day feels | |
| Like it' s missing a verse | |
| And your whole life feels | |
| A little too well rehearsed | |
| And you don' t know what you' ll ever prove | |
| You' ve choreographed your every move |