One More Damn Lunch

[Intro] [Male Vocalist] [Midtempo Guitar Groove] Ran out the door, right at noon, Windows cracked, I try not to swoon. Heading westbound to Fourth and Main, Just want a burger to ease the pain. [Lo-fi Drum Fill] No thoughts yet about the end of the day, Just static and a song I halfway play. [Verse 1] [Warm Rhythm Guitar + Subtle Synth Pads] Back then I was stuck, not really seen, At a midday meeting that felt like routine. You walked in, not meant to be there— A backup plan with silky hair. [Lyrical Piano Underlayer] We talked like time had never moved on, You said this place could be where I belong. "There's an opening, you'll fit right in." So I quit that job with the widest grin. [Pre-Chorus] [Acoustic Strums Rising In Volume] All I want now is lunch and a seat, Salt on my fries, something warm to eat. [Chorus] [Driving Indie Rock Chorus - Wide Reverb] But one more damn lunch won’t save me, Not when my future's looking hazy. I’m chewing through dread with a side of shame, Knowing that by 2, they’ll call my name. They’ll smile like it’s just bad luck, I’ll nod, pretend not to give a fuck, But this meal? It might be the last I enjoy, Before I’m just noise that they once employed. [Verse 2] [Muted Guitar Picking + Ambient Chords] Pulled into Robbie's, line’s three cars deep, Voice on the speaker crackled, half asleep. "Combo two, with no ice, large fry" Said it soft, like a sad goodbye. [Slow Groove Builds] Staring ahead at tailights, Knowing the future's gonna bite, The ketchup packets look so sad, They already know this will be bad. [Pre-Chorus] [Snare Tap Rhythm Intensifies] I'm inches away, just need to pretend— But the clock's ticking fast toward the end. [Chorus] [Big Harmonic Chorus + Bass Pulse] One more damn lunch won’t save me, This burger won’t change what they see. They’ll say “we’ve loved your time on the team” While pulling the rug right under my dream. I’ll smile like I’ve always done, But I know this game’s already run. Still I chew like it’s something sweet— One more damn lunch, then back to defeat. [Bridge] [Crescendo - Echo Guitars + Light Piano] Window slides open, bag hits my hand, Grease stains the napkin like a brand. I drive off slow, trying not to scream— This meal’s the edge of a fading dream. [Drop to Minimal Arrangement] One more bite, one less illusion, Salted truth, cold-blood conclusion. [Chorus] [Full Band Explosion] One more damn lunch won’t save me, Can’t rewind, can’t even flee. They’ll dress it up in HR prose, But the script is one that everyone knows. I’ll walk that hall, eyes straight and numb, Back to my desk just feeling so glum. Still I eat like I’ve got the guts— One more damn lunch before it all cuts. [Outro] [Muted Bass + Somber Guitar Arpeggios] Back at my desk with 25 left, I eat like routine could ward off the theft. At 1 I’m seated, calm, composed, By 1:45, the curtain closed. You call me in with that same old tone— Old friend turned suit, now fully grown. Guess even friends can twist the knife, “Thanks for your time,” “Good luck with the rest of your life.” [Instrumental Fade Out – Tremolo Guitar + Tape Echo] [Fade to End]