You know the room gets quiet when I walk in. Black coat, clean cut, keys cold in my palm, You talk like a storm, but your hands stay calm. One look, two steps, then I’m gone from the frame, You keep saying my name like it changes the game. I count what you owe, every note, every tell, You sell me a story; I can read it too well. No rush, no fuss, let the silence sit tight, I leave with the proof and the door shut right. Keep your pretty little promises—fold them neat, You can’t buy my time with a half-truth sweet. I don’t raise my voice; I just lower the gate, You can wait on the other side, learning too late. Soft step, sharp mind, every move has a measure, You wanted a secret; I made it a ledger. Quick with the switch, then I slip through the seam, Triplet on the turn, cut the thread of your scheme. You brought big words, I brought dates and receipts, Your whole tough act got a crack in the seams. Cool face, slow blink, let the last word land, I don’t need a crown when I know where I stand. Keep your pretty little promises—fold them neat, You can’t buy my time with a half-truth sweet. I don’t raise my voice; I just lower the gate, You can wait on the other side, learning too late. Say it plain, don’t dress it in gold, I heard you the first time. I’m simply not sold. One breath, one glance, then I’m out of your reach, You can keep the lesson. I’ll keep my peace. Keep your pretty little promises—fold them neat, You can’t buy my time with a half-truth sweet. I don’t raise my voice; I just lower the gate, You can wait on the other side, learning too late. Not sold. Not yours.
