[Intro] (Sound of a teaspoon stirring in a mug, slightly too loud) (Mumble: I think the milk’s gone off… standard.) [Verse 1] Met you by the bins, dragging a coat, Looking like a captain without a boat. You said, "This town smells like vinegar and doubt," I said, "Love, that’s just the fish shop closing out." You traced a shape on the window pane, Blaming the weather, blaming the rain. But the rain didn’t text him, and the rain didn’t lie, So drink your tea before the heat goes dry [Pre-Chorus] (Bass kicks in, steady and dry) We’re not cinematic. We’re not on a reel. Just two figures waiting for the paint to peel. You check your pocket. I check the floor. Nobody moves. Nobody opens the door. [Chorus] Don’t call it a vibe, it’s just damp in the wall. You’re waiting for a text, I’m waiting for the stall. We’re stuck in the gap between "leave" and "stay," Like a Sunday roast on a Tuesday tray. No tragic ending, no violin bow, Just the radiator hissing what we already know. [Verse 2] MetYou’re counting the cracks in the kitchen tile, Trying to stretch a minute into a mile. You said, “This house has got a heavy sort of grudge,” I said, “It’s just the rent, love, and your refusal to budge.” You’re reading the horoscope from a soggy broadsheet, Looking for a hero in a one-way street. But the stars are just dots, and the paper’s just wet, And you’re losing a race that hasn’t started yet. [Bridge] (Tempo slows down, spoken-word style delivery) And the fridge is humming a monotone tune. Like it knows we’re breathing up all the room. I found your keys in the sugar jar. Don’t know how they got there. Don’t know how we got this far. It’s not a mystery. It’s just... untidy. [Guitar Solo] (Distorted, fuzzy, short and sharp – no showing off) [Chorus] Don’t call it a vibe, it’s just damp in the wall. You’re waiting for a text, I’m waiting for the stall. We’re stuck in the gap between "leave" and "stay," Like a Sunday roast on a Tuesday tray. No tragic ending, no violin bow, Just the radiator hissing what we already know. [Outro] Is that my jumper? (Yeah, keep it.) Walk to the shops? (Nah.) Just let the radiator hiss. Let it hiss. Let it hiss. (Fade out with the sound of a door clicking shut).
