[Spoken Skit] The old friend thing helped. I got an office job. Regular hours. Regular coffee. Too much coffee. I told him my past like campfire stories. Left the ugly parts out. Added flying saucers where needed. He smiled like he knew I was lying. I smiled like I knew he knew. That was the deal. Then one dance night did the obvious thing. We became a couple. No speeches. No curse. Just easy. Life got small in the best way. A washing machine that eats underwear. Walks in the woods where nothing happens. No Bigfoot. No portal. Disappointing. Work sends me away sometimes. I miss him. I come back. Once in a while I wonder what kid-me would say about this calm, well-behaved life. She would probably roll her eyes. Then stay for dinner. --- Lyrics © 2026 TrixTuneX All Rights Reserved. Visuals: Created with Grok · Music: Suno Exclusively available on Suno.
