[Intro]
My sister asked me Sunday
Why I never switch my gym
Old machines, retirees, some high school kids
Girl... let me tell you about him
[Verse 1]
I take the seven thirty classes just to catch the seven thirty scene
Green bag hits the rubber and a front moves through the machines
Beat-up orange water bottle with a Maui diving sticker on it
And a hoodie in some language I can't read — then he's already gone
Palms white with liquid chalk, quiet, everywhere and gone again
While the boys film with their phones and call a half hour "the grind"
[Verse 2]
So that week I did my research — respectfully — full deep dive
Expecting gym-bro content, preworkout codes, a coaching side
Got a doctor — not the gym kind — author, TV interviews
Talking crashes, talking systems, fifty features, actual news
The lore was NOT supposed to go that deep. I closed the app and stared.
His insta's private. Typed the follow. Backspaced. Didn't dare.
[Chorus]
Ask me why I keep coming back
I'll say the price is right, it's close, routine is good like that
But the standard trains at seven thirty sharp
And once you've seen the standard, girl, average falls apart
That's why I keep coming back
Not for him — for what he proves
That's why I keep coming back
(...okay, that's mostly true)
[Verse 3]
Then I heard the pretty older one, the one who'd know, she said
"He was scary 'fore I found out he can fight" — she laughed — it lives rent-free in my head
Whatever's written on that hoodie, she could read it all along
So attraction with a caution sign, a wide respectful berth
Every time I hit the bottom of this man, there's a basement door
(I know his posting schedule now. That's research. Nothing more.)
[Verse 4]
Saw him at a brewery Saturday, some guy grabbed his sleeve
"Bro, what do you DO for forearms?" — he just laughed it off, all ease
But here's the part that got me: headphones off, he's someone new
The room kept sneaking looks at him — his eyes never moved
There's a woman there who's laughing like the day is theirs to spend
And he's tuned to only her, like the rest of us are background
[Verse 5]
Then I watched them leave, and listen — this is what rewired me
He beat her to the car door like it mattered, like a ceremony
Kissed her once before she got in, easy, like it's air to them
Held her hand across the parking lot — nobody watching — did it anyway
So that door is closed and bolted, sis. Noted. Growth. Whatever.
But now I know what I'm looking for: that. Exactly that. Or never.
[Chorus]
Ask me why I keep coming back
I'll say the price is right, it's close, routine is good like that
But the standard trains at seven thirty sharp
And once you've seen the standard, girl, average falls apart
That's why I keep coming back
Not for him — for what he proves
That's why I keep coming back
(...okay, that's mostly true)
[Outro]
So that's why I keep that gym, sis
The standard's there at seven thirty sharp
Green bag, white hands, orange bottle
Layers all the way down
Clocked in
(...mostly true)
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