Isentropic Draw

[Verse 1]
The Jefferson High gym smelled like floor wax and ozone.
Junior year, our tri-fold boards stood back to back in rows.
You mapped the magnetosphere with iron filings and acrylic paint.
I built a circuit that could replicate the sound of falling rain.

[Chorus]
It was a high-pressure system, you and I.
A supercell of teenage, ruthless, brilliant pride.
Now I just trace the contrails in a quiet, empty sky.
Hollow triumph, perfect vacuum, cloudless lie.

[Verse 2]
The city lights of Juárez made a pink refractory stain
On the low-slung clouds we watched from the A-train windowpane.
"Your logic has a hairline fracture," you wrote once in red ink.
And for a week, that's all my wiring was programmed to think.

[Chorus]
It was a high-pressure system, you and I.
A supercell of teenage, ruthless, brilliant pride.
Now I just trace the contrails in a quiet, empty sky.
Hollow triumph, perfect vacuum, cloudless lie.

[Bridge]
I got the scholarship, I crossed the state line first, I won the race.
I packed my mother's salvaged synths up in a gray guitar case.
And the silence where your shadow used to push against my own
Felt colder than the hum of a forgotten dial tone.

[Outro]
Yeah, I won the race.
I left no trace.