Bleach Hallway Groove

Checking the card, checking it twice Looking for keys in a hallway

of ice Under the light that

smells like bleach Some things are always just

out of reach

Five-digit code on a heavy wood door

Floor-wax and cleaner, the scent on the floor He checks the ID,

then he looks at it again

Stuck in a loop since the clock struck ten Drafting a message

he never will send Standing right where the long hallways bend

Almost pressed send, but he locked it instead

Too many voices asleep in his head (ahhhh)

Checking the card, checking it twice Looking for keys in a hallway

of ice

Under the light that smells like bleach

Some things are always just out of reach Lobby is empty,

the elevators hum Waiting for morning that's slower to come

Double-check names, double-check the face

No one belongs in this sterile space

He holds his thumb on the screen of the phone In a

bleached-out corridor, entirely alone

(just out of reach) (hummmm)