(Verse 1) We signed in ink on a greasy diner booth, Trading a lie to survive the domestic truth. No lingering looks, no cinematic sighs, Just a corporate merger under sodium-vapor skies. A weekend up north with your eccentric kin, Two casual ghosts in a cardboard discipline. (Pre-Chorus) You fixed my collar with a sideways glance, Said, "Stick to the script, we got no chance." I said yeah, I said sure, keeping cool in my head, Walking the wire where the angels fear to tread. (Chorus) And oh, you weren't supposed to lean in that close, Or look at me like I’m what you wanted most. We’re crossing the line of the suburban pact, And the fiction is bleeding right out of the act. Yeah, cold chills in the heat of a cousin's dance— How did a paper promise turn into a romance? (Verse 2) Behind the tool shed where the dandelion grows, The autumn wind bit through your vintage summer clothes. You shivered once and I didn't let go, Giving away what we swore we wouldn't show. Your pulse on my wrist like a ticking clock, Shattering every single safeguard in stock. (Bridge) (The instruments drop out, leaving only a haunting, sustained acoustic chord and a low, shivering hum) And the air got thin, And the room cave-in. I used to know where the boundary lay, Now the map is burning and melting away. Can you feel it drop? Can you feel the temperature hit absolute zero right now? (Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break) (A jangly, melancholic 90s alt-rock guitar lead bends over a hypnotic, pulsing bassline) (Chorus) And oh, you weren't supposed to lean in that close, Or look at me like I’m what you wanted most. We’re crossing the line of the suburban pact, And the fiction is bleeding right out of the act. Yeah, cold chills in the heat of a cousin's dance— How did a paper promise turn into a romance? (Outro) Just a signature down... Now I'm never leaving this town. Tear the contract. Burn the ink. Look at what we made us think. (A final, ringing acoustic chord fades into silence)
