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[Intro]
Ceiling, I know. I know what we said.
Chapter two was going great.
...anyway.
So. Quick update.
[Verse 1]
I've optimized my mornings, which is normal, which is fine
Seven twenty-eight arrival, 'cause the data says he's seven thirty-five
Third rack from the water fountain, perfect sight line, perfect cover
I don't take the bench beside him anymore — growth — I take the other other one
And I match my rest to his rest so we're resting at the same time
Across the floor, together-ish. Separately. It's fine.
[Verse 2]
He was texting by the dumbbells with a half-smile he didn't know
Typing, pausing, typing, like the words were worth the load
And I'm thinking — who unlocks that face? What's he building in that phone?
A message? Or a chapter? Honestly he looks like someone writing songs
And I know it's probably her, the brewery laugh, the headphones-off
But a girl can theorize. That's science. Moving on.
[Chorus]
Why can't I press one button?
It's a follow, not a vow
I've done braver things by accident
I've done dumber things by now
But if I never send it
It can never come back no
Unsent's the only yes I get to keep
And I'm not ready to let go
(...I'm working on it though)
[Verse 3]
Okay, ceiling, hear me out — and don't look at me like that
The woman from the brewery? I've seen her twice since, laughing on his arm
And she seems — this sounds insane — she seems like someone I would like
What if we just... became friends? Organically? Over time?
Girls' stuff. Coffee. Totally unrelated to anything at all
...New plan. No plan. That plan's a heist. I hear it. Standing down.
[Verse 4]
But here's the part that keeps me hopeful, and I swear that this one's real
He held the door for the old powerlifter, dapped the morning crew
Waved at someone 'cross the parking lot he's maybe never met
He's not a locked room, he's a lighthouse — everybody gets the sweep
So the door's not barred, it's just a door, and doors have always liked me
I just... have to walk up to it as me. Whoever that turns out to be.
[Chorus]
Why can't I press one button?
It's a follow, not a vow
I've done braver things by accident
I've done dumber things by now
But if I never send it
It can never come back no
Unsent's the only yes I get to keep
And I'm not ready to let go
(...I'm working on it though)
[Bridge]
'Cause as long as I stay orbital
The story writes itself
Every maybe stays a maybe
On the maybe-only shelf
But nothing ever docked from orbit
Nothing landed staying safe
And the scariest thing he does all day
Is show up anyway
[Outro]
So here's the whole plan, ceiling
No heists, no schemes, no shelf:
Tomorrow, when we're resting
I'm gonna say "morning"
Just "morning"
People say morning
That's allowed
That's a thing that people say
(...we'll see)
Details
GeneratedJul 31, 2026
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark pop with a hopeful late-night bedroom feel, brighter than a breakup song. Youthful female lead vocal, early twenties character, quick and conversational — talk-sung verses delivered with wry self-aware humor, like voice memos to herself at midnight, tumbling slightly ahead of the beat when she gets excited, catching herself with dry spoken asides. Chorus opens into warm, glossy, melodic pop with airy stacked harmonies and a punchy syncopated bass groove. Sparse verse production: muted synth pulse, soft finger snaps, subtle electric piano. The bridge turns weightless and floating — spacey pads, echoing vocal — then the outro strips to almost nothing: intimate near-spoken vocal over soft keys, ending on a small, warm, unresolved-but-hopeful note rather than a big finish. Mood: fond, funny, nervous, optimistic. Crisp modern pop production with dynamics and space.
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