Wrong Floor

[Chorus]
Top floor corner office, nameplate's still warm on the door
And all I keep thinking is Simone, I'm on the wrong floor
They gave me the keys, the code, the whole damn security tour
But the man in the glass ain't me, I was sure, I was sure.

[Verse 1]
Night shift muscle memory still wakes me up at four
Sweat-slick on these leather chairs, staring at the floor
-boards. They don't have the scuffs from your heels by the door.
Just a city of jewels spread out, what am I even hungry for?
The AC vent breathes cold static, a familiar ghost hiss
They think I fixed the mainframe, but I just guessed at all this
You told me, "Just act like you belong here," through a boozy kiss
And the act is getting heavy, a whole life built on a list of near-miss.

[Chorus]
Top floor corner office, nameplate's still warm on the door
And all I keep thinking is Simone, I'm on the wrong floor
They gave me the keys, the code, the whole damn security tour
But the man in the glass ain't me, I was sure, I was sure.

[Verse 2]
It's bad wiring in the blueprints, a glitch deep in the code
A stress fracture waiting in the structural load
They're passing me files, talking 'bout accounts that I should have knowed
While I'm mapping MARTA train lines for the quickest outbound road
I saw old man Kaz in the lobby, mopping up a spill
He nodded at my new suit, a professional kind of thrill
But his eyes said the same thing my gut is screaming still
That this whole thing's a tremor away from standing still.

[Bridge]
Look, I know you don't pick up these calls, it's October and I get it
But I needed to hear the dial tone, even just for a minute.

[Outro]
Yeah... I'm on the wrong floor.
(sound of a phone hanging up, silence)