[Intro]
Ceiling. Ceiling, wake up.
It happened.
Sit down. You're a ceiling. Whatever. Listen.
[Verse 1]
So I had it all choreographed, you know I did, you saw
Seven twenty-eight arrival, third rack, casual, flawless
I rehearsed like forty versions in the shower, in the car
"Morning" — light, no upspeak, breezy, said while walking, don't stop, star
And then eight-oh-nine, unplanned, unscripted, reaching for a plate
He was just — right there. No warning. Racking weight. My exit blocked by fate.
[Verse 2]
And my mouth went fully rogue, y'all. Didn't wait for the plan.
Said "morning" — kind of sideways — half a wave with half a hand
And time did that thing it does in crashes, slow and wide and white
And he took an earbud out. An EARBUD. Out. For me. All right.
And he said — you ready? — "Morning." Little nod. Put the earbud back.
That's it. That's the whole story. I have never felt like that.
[Chorus]
He said it back
Like he'd said it a hundred mornings
Like it wasn't even news
Seven letters and a nod, that's all, no warning
And the sky did not fall through
I spent a season building up a mountain
Walked up and it was flat
The door was never locked, it was just a door
He said it back
(...he said it back)
[Verse 3]
And here's the stupid beautiful part, the part that set me free
The myth I built for three whole months? He's just a guy who nodded at me
Up close he's got these squint lines, like a man who's laughed a lot
Not a statue, not a legend, just the realest thing the morning's got
And nothing swooned and nothing sparked and nothing needed to
The whole cathedral I constructed — turns out mornings just come through
[Verse 4]
So now I'm lying here recalibrating everything I feared
The button, and the follow, and the plans I engineered
If "morning" costs me nothing, what's a question? What's a name?
What else have I been treating like a cliff that's just terrain?
I keep laughing at the earbud. One earbud. I'm unwell.
Gym semiotics, ceiling — that's respect. That's huge. Oh well.
[Chorus]
He said it back
Like he'd said it a hundred mornings
Like it wasn't even news
Seven letters and a nod, that's all, no warning
And the sky did not fall through
I spent a season building up a mountain
Walked up and it was flat
The door was never locked, it was just a door
He said it back
(...he said it back)
[Bridge]
Isn't it funny what we make of things
Alone at night, in orbit
Every maybe grows a mountain range
And every mountain's forfeit
The second that you walk it
It's just ground, it's just floor
He's been saying morning his whole life
I just never asked for more
[Outro]
So tomorrow, seven twenty-eight
No. You know what? Seven forty. Whenever. Free.
"Morning." Maybe "morning" back.
That's ours now. We have a thing. It's small. It's real.
Next time... maybe a question.
Something about grip. I've done the research.
Baby steps, ceiling.
(...it actually happened)
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