[Intro | inviting clean guitar in 6/8 | second guitar answers | cello enters quietly | no vocals] [Movement I: The Arrangement | smoky clean vocal | relaxed, courteous delivery] The table grew an extra place, I welcomed it with practiced grace. A plate lay split beside my bread, I moved it two seats down instead. The silver turned to watch my hand, I helped each fork to understand. One little shift, a better view, The wreckage found a home by you. [Cello introduces a sour harmony | drums remain gentle] Your chair slid backward through the floor, The table kindly offered more. I praised its fine expanding grain And passed your portion down again. [Movement II: A Minor Correction | interwoven guitars gain distortion | shortened measures | vocal grows more insistent] The guests arrived without a sound, Each brought a fragment they had found. I thanked them for their close concern And set the centerpiece to turn. Its branches pointed at my seat, I trimmed them till the shape was neat. A tasteful change, you must agree, It left more room for you to see. [Broader melody | restrained backing harmony | new words throughout] Then every cup began to lean Toward the place my hands had been. I raised one end to set things right, Your dinner vanished out of sight. [Instrumental passage | 50–60 seconds | no vocals] [Clean guitar motif passes between two distorted leads] [Cello descends against the rising guitars | bass holds the original pulse] [Uneven drum accents | small strings tighten into dissonance] [Heavy melodic peak | sudden drop to exposed bass and one bowed note] [Movement III: The Explanation | nearly spoken clean vocal, then rising strain] The room grew narrow at the sides, The table fattened on my strides. Each time I pushed the blame away, Another guest arrived to stay. One took my wrist and held it still, The dishes trembled at the thrill. He asked whose thumb had chipped the blue, [Single measured low growl] I said, “What an impolite thing to do.” [Coda | smoky clean vocal | instruments gradually thin] I drew a seating chart in chalk To clarify our little talk. By then, nobody reached their chair, But all the blame was seated there. [Two low guitar notes | short cello reply | definite stop]
