buffering room

[VERSE 1] not a screen, not a signal not a crash, not a sign just that half-second stretch where the clock forgets time the room hums but nothing’s on air too still to breathe through i can hear my pulse again like it’s asking what to do [RECURRING LINE] we’re standing in the buffering room hands down eyes up don’t blink [VERSE 2] your mouth moves half a second late i answer before you speak every word lands out of order like it learned us wrong this week chairs lined up facing forward exit sign doing its job no one’s panicking exactly just waiting to be allowed [RECURRING LINE] we’re standing in the buffering room hands down eyes up don’t blink [VERSE 3] bass keeps talking to itself low and steady, almost bored drums don’t ask where this is going they just count what came before guitars scrape along the edges like they’d rather not be heard every thought loads incomplete every answer buffers first [RECURRING LINE] we’re standing in the buffering room hands down eyes up don’t blink [BRIDGE] foot taps once then stops again jaw clenched just enough to show i’m not frozen, i’m just paused in a place i almost know if this loads— (if this loads—) [VERSE 4] waiting for permission waiting for a cue waiting to feel real again or at least feel new this isn’t fear, it’s flatter than that it doesn’t shake or sting it’s the moment before the door remembers it’s a thing [RECURRING LINE] we’re standing in the buffering room hands down eyes up don’t blink [OUTRO] if this loads i’m leaving