Axial Friction

[Verse 1]
The cracked red vinyl of this booth on Trumbull feels the same.
First Tuesday in November and you’re diagramming my name
With the condensation from your glass, a slow and patient line,
Testing the shear stress of your glance against the grain of mine.

[Chorus]
This ain't a conversation, honey, it's a structural critique.
Just two competing blueprints for the language we don't speak.
This ain't a simple orbit, it's just axial friction.
The hum beneath the silence is our favorite addiction.

[Verse 2]
You always hated my design, the way I braced the frame.
"Too much ambition, not enough foundation," was your claim.
Now the low-end from the PA is rattling the mezzanine,
And you're leaning in so close I feel the heat-death of the scene.

[Chorus]
This ain't a conversation, honey, it's a structural critique.
Just two competing blueprints for the language we don't speak.
This ain't a simple orbit, it's just axial friction.
The hum beneath the silence is our favorite addiction.

[Bridge]
So what's the final verdict on this long-overdue revision?
Is this just another stress test, or a planned, controlled collision?

[Outro]
Just axial friction...
Our favorite addiction.