Technically Thirty-Two

[Instrumental Intro: sparse guitar, distant] [Verse 1: catchy] Somebody's fire alarm is wailing and there's no one coming out My keys came out the daylight branded — ninety-five, no clouds I cut the sunlit stretches quick, catch breath where shadows pool Last mile of a race from high school — first rule [Bittersweet:] Never walk [Pre-Chorus: builds to chorus] Shade subtracts the sun, but can't subtract what I become Can't subtract what I brought in The heat was already in me, running laps beneath my skin [Chorus: catchy earworm] Can't freeze — it's technically thirty-two Can't burn — just make it to the next shade First one there, every time, for everything that leaves I'm only ever early for the trains that pull away [Verse 2: catchy] Doors at seven, first one in, a breakfast and a coffee for the road The free bus fills up fast with people riding just to go No coat — a coat is one more thing you'd have to carry home And every minute standing was a worse time to go back [Pre-Chorus: deadpan] Why think about the cold? I wasn't cold I wasn't cold — I was just that good [Chorus: melodic and carchy] Can't freeze — it's technically thirty-two Can't burn — just make it to the next shade First one there, made for , for everything that leaves I'm only ever early for the trains that pull away [Bridge: quiet, half-time] She'd be waiting at the platform, wearing what she knew I'd want to see Very little I'd say as little as I could all weekend — she made it worth the cold She'd cry through every goodbye like a goodbye should take all night I'd do mine once, and board, and go granite by the second stop By Framingham, I swear to you, she was only in my phone [Bridge 2: bare, slowly building] She wanted kids. I told her: not with what runs in my blood Whatever it is, it dies with me — I won't hand this thing down Now a family's the only thing I'm building toward at all The heat was already in me Turns out you learn to live in it [Final Chorus: all band instruments, huge] Can't freeze — I'm technically thirty-two Can't burn — the shade's already bought First one there, every time, for something that could stay I'm done with being early for the trains that pull away [Outro: stripped, warm] I leave the door unlocked these days The cat thinks that I hunt There's water in the fridge Come in out of the sun