\[intro]
yeah, i keep rewinding scenes i never got to play
\[verse 1]
daydreaming up a bar-room brawl i’d never swing
shadowboxing comebacks in the shower, king of nothing
you stroll in, pearls and poison—miss subtextina
smile like a sealed file; everyone swears they’ve read you
\[pre-chorus]
my friends spin like turnstiles when the weather changes
coin-operated loyalty—eats my change, keeps the candy
\[chorus]
so go on—be my dial tone darling, hum that grey routine
i think i like you best when you pretend i’m just the screen
people promise fireworks, then hand me damp matches
teach me to expect the floor every time the rug catches
\[verse 2]
met your carbon copy at a party—same perfume, cheaper lies
she didn’t get the lightning, just the static in your eyes
i drafted twenty insults, stamped them never sent
guess i’m a pacifist with permanent resentment
\[pre-chorus]
every handshake’s loaded with a disappearing act
clap if you believe in me—watch the room go quiet fast
\[chorus]
so go on—be my dial tone darling, hum that grey routine
i think i like you best when you pretend i’m just the screen
friends are paper airplanes—pretty, then they dive
people disappoint on schedule like the 5:45
\[bridge]
i’m a fireworks stand in february, boarded up and bitter
you’re a rumor in a fur coat, walking like a winner
we never threw a punch, but i still wear the bruise
from every almost-conversation you refused
\[breakdown]
call me petty, fine—i’ll laminate the score
file it under: “things i should’ve said before”
\[final chorus]
so be my dial tone darling, buzz me out again
i like you better silent than rehearsing sainted sin
i’ll toast to all the mean things that i never got to speak
and sleep beside the punchlines i was too polite to keep
\[outro]
dream’s over, lights up—same city, same street
i wave to all the turncoats and keep walking on my feet
extra_unbearable
