Punch List

[Verse 1]
The grease stain from a Lafayette Coney bleeds across the thermal paper.
I draw a diagram in ballpoint blue, a controlled release of vapor.
Here’s the hairline fracture from last October, a line from your door to mine.
Here's the cantilever for all the weight you swore was fine.

[Chorus]
This is the punch list, the things you won't miss.
A final revision drawn up for a demolition.
Just a schematic for the static.

[Verse 2]
The salt on the table made a pattern like a slow, deliberate weather front.
It was just after two, the Tuesday I knew this was what you’d come to want.
You said, “it’s all just structure, babe,” and traced the condensation on the glass.
The heat from the grill felt like a warning that wasn't meant to pass.

[Chorus]
This is the punch list, the things you won't miss.
A final revision drawn up for a demolition.
Just a schematic for the static.

[Bridge]
All this negative space holds a charge.
The air in this tower feels too large.
I could itemize the cost, but I just fold the paper twice.

[Chorus]
This is the punch list, the things you won't miss. (Countermelody: Is it worth the cost now?)
A final revision drawn up for a demolition. (Countermelody: Just let it fall down.)
Just a schematic for the static. (Countermelody: Let the quiet fall down.)

[Outro]
Item C-9. No further action.