[Verse 1] Drew the lines out careful, moved across the floor Swapped out the division, cleared a path toward the door Thought if the policy was out of the way There’d be something honest left to say Instead the air turned winter, screen went black and cold First sign of a habit that was already old Just an echo in the hallway, eyes straight ahead Leaving all the quiet possibilities dead [Chorus] I changed the whole map just to find a blank wall You were keeping score on an endless call Using my attention like a tool on a bench Pulling on a lever just to tighten a wrench Playing both sides of a three-way scheme Selling cheap tickets to a secondhand dream I’m cutting the feed, I’m killing the sound Laying every blueprint flat on the ground [Verse 2] Then came the posture, leaning in near Dropping other names right into my ear Fishing for a spark, checking for the bite Staging little battles under office light Wondering if you saw me, or just saw a foil Dumping water straight into boiling oil Triangles and drama, keeping people strung Every single compliment a weapon on the tongue [Chorus] I changed the whole map just to find a blank wall You were keeping score on an endless call Using my attention like a tool on a bench Pulling on a lever just to tighten a wrench Playing both sides of a three-way scheme Selling cheap tickets to a secondhand dream I’m cutting the feed, I’m killing the sound Laying every blueprint flat on the ground [Bridge] [Heavy bass line alone, slow industrial kick, building guitar feedback] And now it’s anything runs at the drop of a dime Volunteering wheels for another man’s time No dignity left, just chasing the con A front-row seat to the game he’s on I used to think the silence was an ache in my chest Now I see the circus and I’m glad I’m not a guest Take the wheel, run the line, run it straight to the ditch I’m done standing barefoot at a broken switch [Guitar Breakdown - crushing syncopated chugs, deep rhythm groove] [Outro] [Tempo slows, clean guitar picking over deep low rumble] The department change was mine to keep Got my peace back, got my sleep No more signals, no more bait Leaving all the wreckage at the front gate Key in the ignition, boots on the floor Shut the door. (Final sharp snare crack, trailing ambient decay) [End]
