Rolling The Hard Six

[Intro: Spoken word over heavy distortion] Enemy contact. I repeat, we have contact, weapons hot. Target is female, appears completely self obsessed with high expectations, armed with extreme attitude and the high ground. All pilots, be advised, Prepare to roll a hard six. I repeat, Roll the hard six. [Verse 1] She's the unavailable available, the close-but-no-cigar The "I'm not looking for anything" who shines brighter than a star She wants a man who's going to be her next prey While she's still figuring out if she even wants to stay She's the moving target, the quantum uncertainty The simultaneous "come here" and "don't touch me" emergency She's the perfect algorithm that crashes all your systems The beautiful contradiction with impossible conditions [Verse 2] She's the myth of the perfect one, the legend of the catch Who expects you to read what she's thinking without a dispatch She wants the total package wrapped in mystery and depth But accessible and funny and not trying too hard, bereft Of any flaw except the one where she can't be held down She's the gravity that pulls you then she leaves the ground She's the mission objective that's always just out of range The beautiful enigma that loves to never change [Chorus] Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six When she's hot then she's cold and she's yes then she's no And she's high above you with nowhere to go Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six It's approaching the target when the deck is all stacked And the landing bay's closing but she's got you attacked [Epic Guitar Solo] [Bridge: Spoken word over heavy distortion] This is Actual. We're surrounded. They want commitment but freedom, attention but space, honesty but only the right answers. Systems cannot get a lock. Evasive manoeuvres are pointless. Initiating emergency protocol: Pretending we don't care while caring too much. [Verse 3] She goes stealth and vanishes the moment you get lock The emotional mathematics that don't follow the clock She's the fortress with no doors but a welcome mat out front The impossible equation that never equals what you want She's the rumor of romance in a galaxy of friends The nearly-but-not-quite that never truly ends She wants you to fight for her then calls it desperation The beautiful hard six of the whole human nation [Verse 4] She's the "almost" that never becomes the "is" The quiz without the answers, the impossible quiz She wants the full production but not the matinee The eternal runner-up who always gets away She's the fuel without the fire, the spark without the flame The whispering of maybe with no one to take the blame She's the promise in the void that echoes back too soon The hard six that you'll chase until you're out of room [Final Chorus] Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six When the target is moving and the fuel gauge is low And she's beautiful destruction wherever you go Rolling the hard six Rolling the hard six May the gods help the pilot who enters that space Where the women are perfect and perfectly unsafe [Outro: Fading radio static, spoken words ] "Mission failed successfully... Returning to base... They remain... The hard six." [End]