[Verse 1]
I’m mapping dots on a diner napkin
Menu stains
Coffee rings
Secret atlas
You call it “random”
I call it “omen”
Little glyphs grinning in the gravy
Cabernet code in the table scratches
Waiter’s badge number
Ancient cipher
Every sugar packet’s a tiny prophecy
(yeah, I see it, I see it)
[Chorus]
I’m crazy but I’m right this time
All the quiet corners scream a sign
You say “coincidence”
I say “design”
(oh, I’m fine, I’m fine)
Marching in the pareidolia parade
Spotting hidden patterns in the shade
You call it overthinking
I call it fate
I’m crazy
But I’m right
Just late
[Verse 2]
Your crossword grid is a secret grimoire
Down-clue “apple”
Circled like an augur
Bus-stop ad with a misprint tagline
Clearly coded for the chosen paranoid
Your slip of the tongue was apophenia
A Freudian flare
Little flare of data
You shrug and laugh
Call it “mundane”
But the mundane’s masquerading as arcane
[Chorus]
I’m crazy but I’m right this time
All the boring moments glow with rhyme
You say “coincidence”
I say “design”
(oh, I’m fine, I’m fine)
Marching in the pareidolia parade
Spotting hidden patterns in the shade
You call it overthinking
I call it fate
I’m crazy
But I’m right
Just late
[Bridge]
[Tempo slows
Harp and cello only]
Sesquipedalian incantation
Hyperspecific revelation
You call it jargon
I call it jazz
A lexicon in a tinfoil hat
[Drums race in
Full band hits]
See the gears grind under small talk?
Hear the subtext tapping code? (hey!)
Every “whatever” hides a weather warning
Every shrug’s a signal overload
[Chorus]
I’m crazy but I’m right this time
All your normal nights align
You say “accident”
I say “design”
(oh, I’m fine, I’m fine)
Marching in the pareidolia parade
Dancing with the patterns that we made
You call it overthinking
I call it fate
I’m crazy
But I’m right—
(yeah, I’m crazy but I’m right)