Yellow Coil

[Verse 1]
The new socket loose for the wall by the door.
One Tuesday, 3 AM, my feet cold on the terrazzo floor.
I open the top drawer, past the passport and the flash,
And I pull out the only past I never want to smash.

[Chorus]
This yellow coil, e dey for my hand.
Measure the stress fracture inside the plan.
This yellow coil, e dey for my hand,
But the distance to Surulere, I no fit understand.

[Verse 2]
She ask me, “Femi, wetin be that thing you hold so tight?”
I tell her, “Na just tool for making everything right.”
He used to tell me, “Boy, you cut the corner wrong.”
Now the only corner I dey run na for inside this song.

[Chorus]
This yellow coil, e dey for my hand.
Measure the stress fracture inside the plan.
This yellow coil, e dey for my hand,
But the distance to Surulere, I no fit understand.

[Bridge]
No scaffold fit to climb to where you are.
No spirit level make this new floor stop to jar.
Just the metallic smell of rust, a silent reprimand.

[Outro]
(Music cuts out for 4 seconds of silence)

Changed all the locks now, got a new set of keys...
But this one number... I still can't delete.