Mirror Grip

Behind the call center,

cold concrete floor

Smoking my break out by the metal door

I look in the glass,

a stranger is there

Replaying your voicemail, suspended in air

(replaying your voice...)

Static is humming, the signal is clear

It's the same ten seconds I don't want to hear

Who's that stranger staring back at me?

Working the grind just to feel something free

Yeah, the rhythm keeps me standing line after line

Your message is a loop on the overtime!

(work,

work, overtime)

Fluorescent buzz in the break room light

We sell the dreams that we chase in the night

The mirror is warped,

the picture is wrong

But the beat in my chest is keeping me strong

(just a stranger...)

(replaying the voice...)