Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] The glass is cold and gray It’s been a weird Tuesday You sent a text at ten “Fine by me,” you said then Does the period mean a wall? Or nothing at all? I’m poking at the base While I picture your face [Pre-Chorus] The screwdriver is small Leaning against the wall I’m checking every wire Setting my brain on fire [Chorus] Waiting for the wax to melt Thinking ‘bout the way I felt Slow and steady I’m not ready To lose the glow No, I’m not ready To let this go [Verse] The Rickenbacker hums My fingers are all thumbs I found a spare bulb in the drawer Next to the keys to your front door I’m shaking the glitter jar Wondering where you are Is “fine” a coded word? Or is that just absurd? [Hook] Bubble up Bubble down Spinning this thought around Spinning it around [Bridge] Maybe it’s the way you typed it Maybe I just over-hyped it A comma where a period should be Is that a signal meant for me? The heat is rising in the glass Watching the minutes pass [Breakdown] (Toy piano trills) (Lo-fi drum beat shifts) [Chorus] Waiting for the wax to melt Thinking ‘bout the way I felt Slow and steady I’m not ready To lose the glow No, I’m not ready To let this go [Post-Chorus] It’s turning purple now I fixed it somehow But the text is still there In the midnight air Slow and steady I’m not ready To let this go [Outro]
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