[Intro] [slow tempo, heavy breathing, jazz saxophone swell] [Verse 1] You’re wearing pearls, your blouse is lace. You sit so straight, like an interrogation. The waiter brings drinks to our place, But you’ve got questions—no hesitation. You stare at the glass, adjust your cuff, I’m chewing crackers to keep my mouth shut. We’ve aged so much, but talk isn't enough, Just an empty scene, caught in a rut. [Chorus] Your pearls and your lace are just hollow decor. Too fancy, too dressed for this place. We can’t even argue, settle the score, You're from the past, I'm the change in the race. Awkward silence, staring at the table's spread. You’re just a picture, I’m just the floor instead. [Verse 2] The bill is down, time to go out. You rise up precise, afraid of a crease. There’s nothing left here to talk about, Such a short debt, let it release. You wait for a cab, back held so tight, Pearls turning cold in the streetlamp’s glare. I walk you to the car in the fading light, Your look is the only thing left in the air. [Chorus] [full energy, saxophone riff, melodic rap] Your pearls and your lace are just hollow decor. Too fancy, too dressed for this place. We can’t even argue, settle the score, You're from the past, I'm the change in the race. Awkward silence, staring at the table's spread. You’re just a picture, I’m just the floor instead. [Bridge] You slide inside, I close the door. Eyes indifferent, pearls catch the light. There’s no more time to lose anymore, Just the ending now, time to head home tonight. [Outro] [fading saxophone, lingering reverb, spoken word ending] Just the ending.
