Porchlight Grind

You left a keycard in the chat A pixel grid that we

should close And down the hall the neighbor stands With porch light

casting on his nose

Holding the rail, pretending it's casual (shhh)

Let it go, shut the screen (shut it down) Let it go,

shut the screen

Grind all day, work the night

Turn the dial,

kill the light

Sticky rhythm, keep the pace

Keep

the lock on time and space (work,

work, work)

He stares across the gravel driveway

Pretending everything is fine

But we can see the shadow play

Across the porch's wooden line

Chant it out now (work,

work, work) Chant it out now (work,

work, work)

Close

the screen (close it) Porch light fading away