[Intro — the low note left by Tare] Leave me on the scale. Don’t press it. There. A bigger number. [Verse 1 — low and patient] You brought me home empty. I weighed this much then. You filled me for the table. Now weigh it all again. You can leave me in the total. You can write the number down. You can call it one more helping. Pass me round. [Chorus — enormous, unhurried] MORE TO WEIGH. NO MORE TO EAT. You counted the container. They’re waiting for the meal. PRESS ZERO. I’M STILL HERE. Lift me. You’ll feel it. [Verse 2] You wanted only what was inside. You pressed the button once. I didn’t leave the table. I didn’t lose an ounce. I held what you were weighing. I held it while you ate. Nobody had to praise me. Nobody had to wait. [Brief silence] She did. [Verse 3 — closer] She lifted me to show you. You nodded at the weight. You said you understood it. Then asked her for a plate. You finished telling your story. She carried me to the sink. You watched the numbers disappear. I didn’t get lighter. [Chorus — heavier, still calm] MORE TO WEIGH. NO MORE TO EAT. You counted the container. They’re waiting for the meal. PRESS ZERO. I’M STILL HERE. Lift me. You’ll feel it. [Bridge — bass alone] The button did its little job. It answered what you asked. You took that answer Into another room. “She didn’t do much either.” [Silence] I never said that. [Final passage — full weight, no acceleration] Count me in. Count me out. I weigh the same. Set me down. Pick me up. Somebody takes the weight. You took me off the numbers. She took me off the table. [Outro — calm, nearly conversational] I’m still pulling. I’m not even trying. [The final chord sustains, then ends]
