The Unwound Bobbin

[Verse 1]
The green light on the cordless phone is blinking at 2:13.
Cold linoleum on my bare feet, quietest it's ever been.
The icebox gives a tired sigh, a low and shaky moan.
Ninety seconds since you hung up and I'm finally alone.

[Chorus]
And this ain't heartbreak, Caleb, it's just an unwound bobbin.
The last of the tension's gone, no use in all this sobbin'.
Just an empty plastic circle where the good twine used to be,
And a peace so sharp it cuts the last frayed piece of you from me.

[Verse 2]
I can still feel the porch swing rock on that last night in July.
"Take care, Loretta," is what you said, beneath a bruised-up sky.
Not a tear, not an echo of the promise in your jaw,
Just the final pull so steady, acceptin' of the flaw.

[Chorus]
And this ain't heartbreak, Caleb, it's just an unwound bobbin.
The last of the tension's gone, no use in all this sobbin'.
Just an empty plastic circle where the good twine used to be,
And a peace so sharp it cuts the last frayed piece of you from me.

[Bridge]
Grandma used to say some rips, they ain't for darnin' over.
She'd bite the end and whisper low, "Laissez-le," like a prayer.

[Outro]
Yeah, the bobbin's all unwound now.
Just the needle and the hum.