One More Track

Midnight chime, slack is green

Both still staring at a screen (hmm-mmm)

One more track, a final thread

I should close the tab instead

On the wall, the thrift-store glass

Captures how the moments pass

Selfie in the dusty frame

No one wants to speak the name

And we spin under late-summer skies

(oh-oh-oh) In the glow where the screen light dies!

Spinning fast as the rhythm begins!

Chat box stays, the cursor blinks

Wondering what the other thinks

Hand-thrown clay, we shape the clay

Fearing what we shouldn't say

Close the tab... but leave the frame (shhh)