Between the Seconds

static on the line tonight something in the room feels slow your shadow on the kitchen wall moves where the lights don’t go i was saying something soft but the words fell out of time like a cassette left in the sun warping every line and you laugh a little low like you already know this moment’s gonna drift away headlights sliding down the street silver through the blinds every second bends a bit slipping through my mind your voice is in the hallway now half a step behind like a song i almost learned but never kept in time and you say it’s getting late but the night won’t close the gate we’re floating somewhere in between soft electric in the air neon turning blue i could stay inside this sound if it stayed with you but the tape begins to slow and the room lets go of everything we never said