[Intro - Spoken Word, Close-Mic'd, Dry] The bus is late again. You check your phone like it owes you something. Somewhere right now, someone would give anything to be standing exactly where you're standing. Complaining about nothing. [Verse 1 - Sparse Piano, Fingerpicked Acoustic Guitar] You wake up to an alarm you hate, same four walls, same chipped plate, same tired argument with the mirror before you leave — and none of it kills you, none of it, and you don't believe how loud that is to somebody who's counting days in a room they can't walk out of, in a bed that stays the same shape as yesterday, and the one before that too — you're stood in a kitchen bored out of your mind. That's someone's whole view. [Pre-Chorus - Bass Creeping In] Nobody tells you the ordinary's rented, that it's borrowed time dressed up as boredom, unresented — 'til it isn't there. 'Til it isn't there. [Chorus - Afropop Groove, Deep House Pads] Somewhere someone's dreaming this exact grey morning, this half-warm coffee, this bus that never comes. You'd trade it for a better life — somebody's trying to trade their whole life for the one you're running from. That's the dream. That's the dream. [Verse 2 - Hypnotic Lo-Fi Textures] Your sister calls, you let it ring, too busy, too tired, too caught up in a nothing kind of thing — and somewhere there's a phone that hasn't rung in weeks, sat by a hospital bed where nobody speaks the way you speak to people you assume will still be there. You hang up mad about a small thing. Man, that's rare — that's a rare kind of rich, being mad about a small thing, when the whole world's just trying to make it to the ring of another ordinary phone call, another day the same. You call that boring. Somebody's calling out your name. [Bridge - Minimal, Just Voice and Sub-Bass] What would you give — if it wasn't yours no more? What would you give just to be bored again? [Chorus - Full Groove Returns, UK Garage Undertones Under the Hats] Somewhere someone's dreaming this exact grey morning, this half-warm coffee, this bus that never comes. You'd trade it for a better life — somebody's trying to trade their whole life for the one you're running from. That's the dream. That's the dream. [Outro - Fades to Piano and Breath, Unresolved] The bus is coming now. You almost didn't notice —
