Little Miss Conversation-Pit

Lyrics

[Intro]
Eleven-thirty, Saturday.
The Gilded Spoon.
Our mimosas still have bubbles in them.
There is potential in the air.
And then you arrive.

[Verse 1]
Sarah was talking about Lisbon.
The blue tiles on Rua Augusta.
She had a photo on her phone, the light was perfect, from last May.
She was mid-sentence when you leaned in.
That little head tilt, that practiced pause.
“That reminds me,” you began.
And suddenly we were in Madrid, during your layover.
Your story was longer.
Your story was better.
Sarah put her phone away.

[Chorus]
And just like that, we’re falling in.
The room’s center of gravity shifts.
Every story, every half-told joke, every small confession…
It just another thing that drifts…
Into the Little Miss Conversation-Pit.
Where all our words go to be reborn as yours.

[Verse 2]
Mark tried to talk about the server merge at work.
A late night on Tuesday, the code that wouldn’t compile.
He looked so tired.
You nodded, your eyes wide with what looked like empathy.
Then you said, “Oh, work stress is the absolute worst.”
“I remember this one time, my boss…”
And Mark was gone. Erased.
Replaced by your drama with your boss from 2019.
I watched three people check their phones under the table.

[Chorus]
And just like that, we’re falling in.
The room’s center of gravity shifts.
Every story, every half-told joke, every small confession…
It just another thing that drifts…
Into the Little Miss Conversation-Pit.
Where all our words go to be reborn as yours.

[Bridge]
I watch Sarah push a piece of cold egg around her plate.
We don’t fight it anymore.
It’s easier than trying to escape the pull.
We just let our orbits decay.
We just let you eat the light.
We smile and nod.
We are excellent listeners now.
We have had so much practice.

[Outro]
The check comes.
You’ve finished your last story.
And the silence you leave behind isn’t peaceful.
It’s just empty.
Hollowed out.
We all go home a little lighter.
A little less ourselves.