[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)
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