Shoes On, Message Off

Oh, we shouldn't do

this. (shhh)

Shoes on the bed,

looking at the frame I buy thrift-store mirrors just to watch us

fade

Halfway to sending but I block your name Yeah,

we're living like ghosts in a concrete maze

Suitcase half-unpacked by the door

Gig-economy dynamic, chasing something more

I took a selfie in that tarnished silver glass

Dust on the lens,

hoping it would last Drafts folder filling up with things I shouldn't

say

Thumb hovering, three dots fade away (don't send it)

Shoes on the bed,

looking at the frame I buy thrift-store mirrors just to watch us

fade Halfway to sending but I block your name Yeah,

we're living like ghosts in a concrete maze (living like ghosts)

Late checkout but my mind is checked out too Another shift,

another delivery to push through We're just contract workers in a love

gone cold Trading silver mirrors for the lies we told

And the screen glows blue in the dark of the room (glows

blue) One touch and I'm right back to you But I lock

the screen, yeah I

turn away

Shoes on the bed,

looking at the frame I buy thrift-store mirrors just to watch us

fade

Halfway to sending but I block your name Yeah,

we're living like ghosts in a concrete maze

Shoes on the bed...

Still blocked.