Good Wood Still

[Verse 1]
The Zaxby's parking lot light hums through the glass,
Casting a spiderweb on my cracked face.
I feel the warmth from her thumb hover and pass
Over the letters she types and then erases.
A little testament, a patient plea,
Born and unborn right here on top of me.

[Chorus]
She's typing, "We're good wood still, you and I, love."
"Just a different varnish, a new kind of grain."

[Verse 2]
Back in 'ought-nine, a flip phone took your picture,
My memory was kilobytes and tin.
An old thread says, "Meet me by the creek," a scripture,
"Bring the cheap gin."
Now every word's a plank she has to weigh,
To see if the old ship will float today.

[Chorus]
She's typing, "We're good wood still, you and I, love."
"Just a different varnish, a new kind of grain."

[Bridge]
Am I the archive of a house that fell?
Just circuits and a little Georgia dust.
If every single board's replaced, can you tell
The difference between memory and rust?

[Outro]
The Zaxby's parking lot light hums a low prayer.
The cursor gleams a patient, tiny lie.