[INTRO — instrumental, pounding bass hits, menacing keys] [VERSE 1 — ferocious rapid-fire flow] Slammed the door so hard the frame still remembers (yeah) Something 'bout the bills, something 'bout December Something 'bout the way I said her sister's name Ten years married and we fluent in the flame Game — she said always, I said never, both lies Got in the car like I'm driving off my whole life Engine loud, righteous, every light agrees with me Green means go and go means finally I'm free First block: rehearsing all the lines I should've said Second block: the speech is getting better in my head Third block: I pass the spot we had our first milkshake Two straws — and the whole machine inside me starts to brake [HOOK — short, barked] Three blocks, three blocks (turn around) Anger's got a short tank in this town Three blocks, three blocks (turn around) Every fight I ever won brought me down [BEAT SWITCH — darker slower bounce, low deliberate growl] Parked by the old ice cream place, engine off My pulse climbing down off of its cross Ten years — she knows how I take my coffee Knows the sound my keys make when I'm sorry Knows that always and never are just words we rent When the real sentence costs more than we meant To spend — the real sentence is I'm scared of the bills too The real sentence is I hate fighting with you Because you're my favorite — even tonight Even with the door frame holding its fright I text: milkshake? Two straws? Her reply is one word Yes — and the whole war folds like a paper bird [OUTRO — bass hits slow, voice low] (three blocks... turn around...) Two straws
