[Verse 1] The screen door slaps, then it quiets again Three smacks, a pause—same old game You’re staring into that Smeg fridge light Cold bottle sweating in your hand Water’s pooling slow on the floor You haven’t said a word in minutes But I can hear it through the noise [Verse 2] Sprinkler ticks against the vinyl Over and over, never final You trace the grout with your bare foot slow Like you’re trying to dig through the tiles My chair leans back on the peeling wallpaper Little curls of history coming undone Waiting on you to finally speak... [Chorus] It’s a long drop down from that ledge we found On a quiet, mundane weeknight We’re caught in between these worn-out dreams Trying to find what we lost in the light Yeah, it’s all just fading in the rearview now [Verse 3] I remember the pier, salt spray on your skin Wind blowing the strings from your hoodie We laughed at things that shouldn't be funny Just to keep the silence from moving on in Now this kitchen feels like a pressure cooker Air too thick to even breathe And you just keep staring at that bottle [Bridge] The microwave still blinks 12 AM Green light rhythm in the corner of the room I reach for keys on the worn down counter Cold metal is a shock in my palm You gonna say it, or let it sit? Do I stay here, or just walk out? Stay frozen in the glow of the wide open fridge Or fade when the sun comes up? [Final Chorus] It’s a long drop down from that ledge we found On a quiet, mundane weeknight We’re caught in between these worn-out dreams Trying to find what we lost in the light Yeah, it’s already fading in the rearview now [Outro] [Spoken-style, syncopated] Just that green light blinking. Waiting on a minute. Still staring at that bottle. Yeah… it’s fading. [End]
