Rust Belt Oracle

[Verse 1]
That blue dot's still blinking on my cracked screen.
It's 3:17 on a Tuesday, I should be asleep.
But my brain's got an engine knock, a low and steady beat,
Watchin' you cruise down a dead-end Cleveland street.
Smell of stale whiskey and the grease trap heat still on me,
This anxiety's a slow oil leak, the kind that stains the concrete.
You're heading for the part of town we always used to skip,
Where the rust ain't just on fenders, it's on every word and lip.

[Chorus]
Don't you take that road.
Baby, I know that road.
You don't have to go down there alone.

[Verse 2]
My thumb's hovering on the glass, a disconnected key.
"Just in case," you said, and shared the whole damn map with me.
Now this trust is a corroded part with no lifetime guarantee,
And I'm typing out the characters that you should never see.
F-U-C-K H-I-M, every letter's a mistake,
'Cause you're pulling up outside the house with the busted fire escape.
I know the squeak of that third step, the sticker on the door,
This ain't protective, this is war.

[Chorus]
Don't you take that road.
Baby, I know that road.
You don't have to go down there alone.

[Bridge]
Delete. Backspace. The cursor's flashing rage.
It ain't my car to fix, it ain't my cage.
My job's to pour the drinks and turn the final page.

[Outro]
That blue dot's still blinking on my cracked screen.