The Akron Plan

[Verse 1]
The alarm goes off at six, that Tuesday hum from the street.
You roll over, whisper “Ready?” against the cold cotton sheet.
I trace the geyser crack above the bed, a fault line in the grey.
You say, “Let the whole damn foundry rust for just one day.”

[Chorus]
This is our daylight contraband,
a quiet riot, hand-in-hand.
Your heart clicks like a torque wrench,
we’re building something in this trench.

[Verse 2]
Your voice goes low and gravelly for the sick-call script we wrote.
I’m watching dust motes dance a slow-drag down your throat.
The Girard trolley groans outside, hauling the world to work.
“Flu-like symptoms,” I mouth to you, that beautiful little smirk.

[Chorus]
This is our daylight contraband,
a quiet riot, hand-in-hand.
Your heart clicks like a torque wrench,
we’re building something in this trench.

[Bridge]
The whistle from a distant train cuts through the morning air.
I feel its pull, a phantom limb, a life that isn't here.
You just pull the blinds down, say, “They can’t repossess the sun.”

[Chorus]
(Key Change)
This is our daylight contraband,
a quiet riot, hand-in-hand.
Your heart clicks like a torque wrench,
we’re building something in this trench.