Sub-Zero Hum

[Verse 1]
The Sub-Zero hums a note I can’t afford to know.
Their kitchen smells like lemons and fresh-cut cedar snow.
Polished chrome faucet gleams a distorted version of my face,
Another Tuesday spent trying to deadhead this whole place.

[Chorus]
I tell you that it’s fine, babe, just another paid-in-cash gig
But the truth gets grafted onto something I can’t live with.
Yeah, the money’s green, I guess, but it don't grow on trees.
It just grows in houses that were never meant for me.

[Verse 2]
"Just use the service door," she says, her thumb on some bright screen.
The verdigris on her garden gate is the prettiest I’ve seen.
And I thought about the single dusty fern above our sink,
Gave her prize rosebush a little less water than you'd think.

[Instrumental Breakdown]

[Bridge]
Sitting in my Ford on some quiet Grosse Pointe street,
Rain on the windshield keeps a Dilla-type of beat.
Typed out "I hate it here," then I held my finger down,
And sent you back a smiley face from the richest part of town.

[Chorus]
I tell you that it’s fine, babe, just another paid-in-cash gig
But the truth gets grafted onto something I can’t live with.
Yeah, the money’s green, I guess, but it don't grow on trees.
It just grows in houses that were never meant for me.

[Outro]
The engine ticks and cools.
Just another fool.