Setback Line

[Verse 1]
Form C-4 in a clear plastic sleeve
The November light on the arm of her weave
Her ticket says ninety-seven, they just called forty-three
She traces the stress cracks in the Formica, patiently
The hum from the ballast overhead is a low, constant key

[Chorus]
It's just the setback line
(The line, the line)
Holds her body so fine
(So fine, so fine)

[Verse 2]
Through the aperture in the plexiglass, he never meets her gaze
Just a flick of the wrist, a weary, practiced phrase
"Fill it out again, ma'am, that's the process these days."
Her shoulders don't slump, there's no visible sign
Just a load-bearing column holding up her spine

[Chorus]
It's just the setback line
(The line, the line)
Holds her body so fine
(So fine, so fine)

[Bridge]
A quiet tensile strength in the negative space
This whole city's a blueprint, and she knows her place
Another cantilevered moment, suspended by grace

[Outro]
He calls number forty-four
She doesn't move for the door