A Little Feint

[Verse 1]
The last call light hums on the Vernors sign.
My hands still smell like sugar cubes and lime.
It's quarter to three, I'm walking home in the cold.
You're the best-kept secret that nobody's told.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm passing the shadow of Michigan Central's ruin
Wondering what kind of quiet fight you're losing.
You hold your glass like it's made of spun-thin bone,
Thinking nobody sees you when you think you're alone.

[Chorus]
So I got this plan, it's a little feint
To smudge up the lines on the picture you paint.
Just one quiet counter, no restraint.
C'mon, be the sinner, not the saint.

[Verse 2]
Shit, sorry, I'm rambling. I shouldn't have called.
It's just, that look on your face when you were so enthralled
Watching that ghost of Ali on the screen.
Yeah, he was floating, but his purpose was mean.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I'm standing here now on the corner of Clark
Kicking a loose piece of asphalt, making a spark.
You're playing it safe, you're just running the clock,
But the prettiest punches are the ones that shock.

[Chorus]
So I got this plan, it's a little feint
To smudge up the lines on the picture you paint.
Just one quiet counter, no restraint.
C'mon, be the sinner, not the saint.

[Bridge]
Delete this tomorrow, call me a fool
For breaking my own damn number one rule.
'Never let 'em see the work,' he'd say.
But what if the sweat is the only way?

[Outro]
Anyway. The bridge is humming now. And my ears are... just...
Call me. Or don't.