Lyrics
The Waffle House booth on Candler, vinyl stuck to my back from the heat.
Late August air so thick the condensation leaves a map on the seat.
I’m running this whole conversation on a loop in my skull, automatic.
Trying to find a frequency for you that ain’t just ignition static.
Remember arguing over whose turn it was to pay for the hash browns?
Before the tow hook, before the baby seat, before you were just a name in this town.
Now I’m talking to the ghost of you sitting cross-legged in the red vinyl chair,
Your silence is a stripped bolt, man, it ain't gripping anywhere.
[Chorus]
It’s a cross-threaded conversation, the words won't ever seat right.
I’m twisting on this memory, trying to make the fitting tight.
Yeah, a cross-threaded conversation, just grinding in the dead of night.
I say your name under my breath to see if it catches the light.
[Verse 2]
My daughter got your same damn laugh, but it’s pitched a little higher.
She drew a picture of our family, it’s taped up on the dryer.
There’s me, and her, and a empty space she said was for a friend.
I swear I almost told her 'bout you, didn't know where to begin.
“Man, we invincible,” you said it, up on the MARTA track.
Train horn blew, you didn’t flinch, you never could look back.
Now I check the tire pressure every morning, religiously, 35 PSI.
Thinking how a little bit of maintenance might’ve kept you on this side of the sky.
[Chorus]
It’s a cross-threaded conversation, the words won't ever seat right.
I’m twisting on this memory, trying to make the fitting tight.
Yeah, a cross-threaded conversation, it’s getting louder in the night.
I say your name to the dashboard, try to make it feel alright.
[Bridge]
I got the key you gave me, the one to your momma's place on the chain.
It don’t unlock a single thing now but the feeling of the rain
That night you left it on my counter, a silent little dare.
A lock without a door to open, just hanging in the air.
[Outro]
Yeah. A cross-threaded conversation.
Just grinding steel on steel, no destination.
About Deacon Keyz
Deacon Keyz learned to play piano in his grandmother's East Atlanta church, but life had other plans. At 18, the birth of his daughter Maya put his musical dreams on hold for a decade of warehouse shifts and late-night tow truck runs. His music is made in the hours after she's asleep, blending sanctified organ loops with the sound of the city he navigates every day. These are lullabies from the…
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