PERIMETER SILENCE

[Verse 1]
The heat off the Waffle House griddle on Candler Road, Tuesday, almost midnight.
The fluorescent hum got a different kind of buzz, a demolition site daylight.
You tracing the condensation ring from your sweet tea with one finger.
Already see the rebar rusting in this picture, the way the memory will linger.
The fork scrapes the plate, a seismic event I catalogued inside my system.
I'm drawing up the schematics for the fallout, I'm the only one who'll list 'em.
The Delta 747 screams a couple thousand feet above our F-150.
You're smiling at the cook, I'm calculating all the ways this concrete's gonna get shifty.

[Chorus]
I'm already missing the quiet in your breathing.
This blueprint's still drying, but I know the structure's leaving.
We're pouring the foundation for a future memory.
Cracked concrete starting right here, next to me.

[Verse 2]
"You want the last wing?" you asked, bone-dry, and held it over.
I'm thinking 'bout the new guy who'll be parking his Tacoma where my mower sits, it's over.
Not yet, but the tensile strength is shot, I feel it in the silence.
This casual dinner's just a pre-construction site for emotional violence.
The kudzu of the quiet starts to swallow up the booth, green and so patient.
I nod about the chicken but I'm back at the solicitor's, signing affidavits, pacing.
The sugar dispenser's got a hairline fracture, looks like the screen on my old Nokia.
I'm mapping out the blast radius, the debris field, the whole damn idea.

[Bridge]
Every porch I ever built, I knew the rot was in the framing.
Just another set of keys to turn, just another set of exes I'll be naming.

[Chorus]
I'm already missing the quiet in your breathing.
This blueprint's still drying, but I know the structure's leaving.
We're pouring the foundation for a future memory.
Cracked concrete starting right here, next to me.

[Outro]
The sound of the jet fuel hanging in the air.
Another departure, another fare.