[OPEN — car interior] Eleven minutes. That's fine. You can end quite a lot in eleven minutes. Apparently. [BEAT ENTERS] You said, “I don't think this is working.” Meter says 11:00. Excellent timing. I said, “Okay.” Didn't mean okay. Couldn't find the longer word quickly enough. [VERSE] You gave reasons. Good ones, annoyingly. I watched your hands because looking at your face felt ambitious. 10:14. Someone outside is inspecting my windscreen. Don't look. This is more important. Probably. [HOOK] Eleven minutes to say what we didn't in eleven months. Ten now. Don't rush. Nine— No, finish your sentence. I'll take the ticket. Just— finish it. [VERSE 2] You said I'd been somewhere else even when I was there. Fair. I said you'd stopped asking where that somewhere was. Also fair. 8:02. This is becoming an extremely balanced argument. Hate that. I'd prefer one of us to be obviously wrong. [Male] Stop counting. [Male] Stop counting. [Instrument stops counting] [Male] Thank you. [PRE-FINAL] You said, “Do you want me to stay?” And that's the horrible bit. Because for months I knew the answer. Right up until you asked it. [DROP TO NEAR SILENCE] [Parking notification] Session expired. [Long pause] [Male] Yeah. I know. [FINAL HOOK] No countdown now. No clock. Just the main groove. [Male] Take your time. I've already got the ticket. Tell me properly. [FINAL VERSE] You did. I listened. No clever line. No last-minute rescue. When you got out, I sat there another twelve minutes. Which, financially, was ridiculous. [OUTRO] [Windscreen ticket sound / paper movement] [Male] Seventy quid. [Pause] Worth knowing.
