Unsupervised Demolition

[Verse 1]
The key from under the pot of dead thyme on the balcony.
Flat 7B, 4:17 on a Tuesday.
There's a faint rectangular ghost on the plaster lime
And a single crack that runs the length of the hallway.

[Chorus]
I'm just packing up the aggregate of two whole lives
While the afternoon light begins to bleed.
No one was here for the unsupervised demolition,
Just the silence, the dust, and the deed.

[Verse 2]
Found a post-it note stuck to the kettle, it read:
"You were my load-bearing wall," in blue biro.
So which one of you finally looked up and said
You were pulling out your half of the rebar?

[Chorus]
I'm just packing up the aggregate of two whole lives
While the afternoon light begins to bleed.
No one was here for the unsupervised demolition,
Just the silence, the dust, and the deed.

[Bridge]
(Finger-picked acoustic guitar enters, everything else drops out)
For a second, the floorboards felt like a crime scene,
And I'm the one getting paid to wipe all the prints clean.

[Chorus]
(Full production explodes back in, key change up one semitone)
Just packing up the aggregate of two whole lives
While the Hammersmith sky begins to bleed!
No one was here for the unsupervised demolition,
Just the silence, the dust, and the deed!

[Outro]
(Music cuts, leaving a reharmonized synth pad playing the chorus melody)
Anyway, the van's full. Keys are on the hook.
...Call me back.