[Verse 1 — soft, conversational, close-mic, almost spoken, slight smile in the voice] Sent the invites Tuesday morning, knew who’d come and who would flake. [small breath] Counted heads and added me, made the playlist. Made the cake. [Chorus 1 — first lift, restrained, the refrain delivered dry and deadpan, almost smirking] I know your drink, I know your seat, I know the song that gets you on your feet. [slight pull-back, more vulnerable] I’ll ask the question no one asks — [dry, deadpan, the wink underneath] yeah. I’m good at this. [Verse 2 — narrative, slightly weathered, voice carries more weight than verse 1] Wrote a song for somebody’s wedding. Wrote a card my mama kept. [breath, then quieter] Got a thousand words for everyone — [near-whisper, voice catches] never wrote one for myself. [Chorus 2 — drums enter, vocal lifts slightly, the refrain still dry but the edge is showing] I know your story, I know your ghosts, I’ll text you back before it’s late. I’ll keep your secret like it’s mine — [dry, but the smirk is thinner now] yeah. I’m good at this. [Bridge — strip back to guitar and voice, low cello swell underneath, contemplative, slow, the joke leaves the room] Maybe the friend that everybody leans on is the last one anyone leans toward. [breath] And maybe the man who knows what everyone needs is the man who never says a word. [long pause — let it sit, let the room hear the silence] [hushed, no smirk left, naked] Yeah. [barely above a whisper, the wound exposed] I’m good at this. [Final Chorus — full instrumentation enters gently, single piano accent, harmony enters on the third line, this is the catharsis but it stays restrained] I know my drink, I know my seat, I know the song that gets me on my feet. [voice opens, quiet conviction] I’m starting to know who I am to me — [the smirk returns, but warmer now, earned] yeah. I’m good at this. [Outro — instrumentation fades to single guitar, voice alone, almost spoken to himself] [soft, like he’s smiling at himself] Yeah. [quiet, true, said small] I’m good at this. [single sustained guitar note, fade]
