[Verse 1] Bought a flip phone off the web Stripped the apps, unplugged the thread Sat down at the desk to write Still reached for a book instead Cleaned the counter, checked the mail Took the trash out down the stairs Turns out silence has its own pull When the quiet gets too bare [Chorus] It's not the pings, it's not the dings It's something sitting under things Set the timer, ride it out Ten more minutes — I don't doubt This feeling fades [Verse 2, relaxed flow] Opened up the work I planned Felt the weight inside my hands "Let me just check one more thing" That's the oldest sleight of hand Ninety percent begins inside Boredom dressed in busy clothes Every wave will crest and break If you let it run its course [Chorus] It's not the pings, it's not the dings It's something sitting under things Set the timer, ride it out Ten more minutes — I don't doubt This feeling fades [Bridge, spoken] Traction pulls you closer Distraction pulls you out Same Latin root, same six letters A-C-T-I-O-N — no doubt You're not broken, nothing's wrong Just a wave that feels too long [Final Chorus] It's not the pings, it's not the dings It's something sitting under things Set the timer, ride it out Ten more minutes — I don't doubt This feeling's gone [Outro, fading] Not yet... not never Not yet... just not right now The wave comes up, the wave goes down I'm still sitting at my desk somehow
