Long Way Lounge

(muffled static) (yeah)

Took the long way home on the street-corner grandeur ride

A smile on the line,

but we both know we lied (yeah,

we lied)

A voice on the speakerphone,

crackling light You smile for the story,

but it isn't quite right The rideshare is gliding under the yellow

lamps In the back seat,

the damp cold clamps

Hoodie on the headrest still smelling of smoke Just a passenger ghost

watching mirrors choke

Took the long way home on the street-corner grandeur ride

A smile on the line,

but we both know we lied

(we both know) We took the long detour just to kill some

more time While the speakerphone static was committing a crime You said

you were fine with a grin in your tone But the fabric

of truth was completely unsewn That gray cotton sleeve where the ash

used to cling Is the only real witness to anything

Took the long way home...

(smiles on the line...

means nothing)

(muffled

click)