[Intro]
Ceiling. New research topic.
Field study. Ongoing. For science.
Subject: everybody flirts at my gym
Nobody flirts at my gym
Both are true. Stay with me.
[Verse 1]
There's a whole silent language on that floor, and I'm fluent, born that way
The ponytail relocation, the strategic hydration break
The eyebrow raised an eighth of an inch — and we would testify, all of us
That's LOUD. That's brazen. That's practically a proposal in this house
Every woman in the building clocks it from across the room
And not one man in the ZIP code knows the broadcast's even on
[Verse 2]
And the mirror girl's in her group chat like, "he ignored me AGAIN today
I could NOT have been more obvious" — babe. You sipped water. At an angle.
We grade our signals on the women's curve, where a glance is five-alarm
Then get mad that men can't hear a frequency they were never on
It's a language written by us, for us, passed down, aisle to aisle
And the men were never issued the decoder ring. That's the file.
[Chorus]
It's semaphore, semaphore
Silent flags across the floor
Loud to every woman watching
Static out the other door
But I said morning with my whole mouth
Seven letters, out loud, first try
The market's flooded with signals
And speech is in short supply
[Verse 3]
And in fairness to the men, okay — here's their side of the ledger, sis
A maybe could be anything: an itch, a stretch, a twitch
So the decent ones won't gamble on a guess they can't confirm
'Cause acting on an ambient maybe is how good men crash and burn
And him? He's not oblivious — I've watched him, that's not it
He reads the room just fine. The room's just not addressed to him.
[Verse 4]
And full disclosure, ceiling, 'cause this research cuts both ways
I ran that same broadcast tower through my teenage days
Eyebrow, angle, hair flip — certified, top of my class
And swore the boys were blind when my quarter-turn sailed past
But months of data, one conclusion, and it's mine to keep:
The only move that ever registered was a word. With stakes. Just speak.
[Chorus]
It's semaphore, semaphore
Silent flags across the floor
Loud to every woman watching
Static out the other door
But I said morning with my whole mouth
Seven letters, out loud, first try
The market's flooded with signals
And speech is in short supply
[Bridge]
'Cause a signal is a bet
That can't be lost or called
Deniable, retractable
Could mean anything at all
And that's the feature AND the flaw — no risk, and so, no read
But a word said out loud has a price tag
Asked and answered, said and meant
And the price is why it lands
And the flags stay in the wind
[Outro]
Field notes, final:
The eyebrow is a dialect
The men don't speak the dialect
Nobody's blind. Nobody's obvious. Everybody's broadcasting past each other.
Words work
Filing under: rest of my life
(...morning again tomorrow)
The_SCAR
