The Tacony Tremor

[Verse 1]
(Sound of a phone ringing once, then voicemail beep)
The Wawa sign on Girard is painting the ceiling green.
Hey, it's me. I know it's... three-nineteen.
Just, uh, feeling the whole city breathe in my bones, you know?
Like a low-grade fever that just won't let go.

[Chorus]
And this isn't anxiety, it's just the wire's hum.
No, this is just the Tacony tremor 'til the morning comes.
I'm fine. Just pressing a new crease in the night.
Yeah, everything's alright.

[Verse 2]
One half-empty bottle of Fernet.
Your old SEPTA key card on the desk.
A novel face-down on a line I haven't read.
The single grey thread from your sweater on the bed.

[Chorus]
And this isn't anxiety, it's just the wire's hum.
No, this is just the Tacony tremor 'til the morning comes.
I'm fine. Just pressing a new crease in the night.
Yeah, everything's alright.

[Bridge]
You told me once, "It's all just a poorly-mended seam."
Still feels like I'm pulling at it in a bad dream.

[Outro]
Anyway. I'm good. Just... call me when you can.
(Sound of a quick, decisive hang-up)