On Every Move

They all said it was “just the crew.”

“Just teamwork.”

But when Joe handed me that strap…

I felt something.

And I don’t care what y’all say—that grip had meaning.

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He said “Nice wrap job,”

And I swore he meant my soul.

Helped me lift a loveseat,

Felt the tension take control.

He passed me his Gatorade,

Said, “You good, bro?”

But I heard “You’re the one,”

And that’s all I needed to know.

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On every move… I thought it meant more.

Every laugh, every glance left my feelings sore.

You called me your partner, your ‘right-hand man’…

But I was dreamin’ of a different plan.

Joe, this wasn’t just work—not to me.

I saw love behind every 3-flat fee.

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You used to roll with Parker—“just a solid dude.”

But y’all shared snacks, man—that’s intimate food.

Then it was Conner—always “teamwork flow,”

But y’all rode side-by-side like a honeymoon show.

And Dillon?

Front seat every day.

You said, “That’s just my boy”—but why y’all sway?

You said, “They’re just the crew,” but my heart screamed lies,

That arm on his shoulder? That was passion disguised.

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I stayed late…

Tightened your straps…

Bought matching gloves…

You said that was “Square Cow standard”…

But I thought it was us.

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On every move… I saw a spark.

Every “good lift” hit me in the heart.

You gave Parker the playlist, Conner the ride,

I got silence… and swallowed my pride.

I thought you saw me like I saw you…

But you were bookin’ moves, not truth.

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I told you last week…

You smiled, said “Nah.”

Said “You’re my best friend, man.”

Then walked away raw.

You laughed with Dillon, still looked so free…

While I stood there broken, hopin’ you’d look back at me.

I know it’s dumb, I know it’s one-sided,

But in that truck cab…

I swore the world divided.

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They said y’all been boys since way back when,

Fifteen years deep—I can’t compete with that then.

He gets the laughs, the codes, the nods,

I get his dolly with a flat-ass rod.

So I started small…

Unplugged his gear.

Took his gloves, flipped his mirror—yeah, I’m weird.

He said “What’s your deal?” I said “Bro, I’m cool.”

But I was heated like tape guns in June.

Dillon got your history, I just got the job…

And I swear to God, I wanna see him sob.

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On every move… I thought it meant fate.

You handed me tape like you handed me grace.

You said “Let’s hustle,” I heard “Let’s try,”

You were movin’ trucks—I was fallin’ inside.

I thought you needed me like I needed you…

But you needed help, not a dreamer in blue.

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So I’ll keep liftin’.

Keep tapin’.

Keep pretendin’.

But you?

You’ll never know…

What every move did to me.