Odes to Joy

Odes to Vices · Track 60 · middle

Little Miss Willful-Ignorance — The News Scrolled Past

The headline avoided on purpose. The country she'd rather not look at. The check she won't write.

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
The coffee is warm in the mug.
7:04 AM, and the blue light blooms in my hands.
First, a wedding in Tulum.
Then a dog in a sweater.
Then a headline, black and stark,
about a country whose name I can’t quite say.
A photograph of dust and a child's shoe.
It sits there on the cool glass for a full second.
Maybe two.

[Chorus]
And my thumb knows the gesture.
A flick, up.
A practiced, perfect slide.
The headline is gone now.
Replaced by a recipe for sourdough.
I saw it. And I scrolled past it.
That's enough for today.

[Verse 2]
Later, there's an email.
From a fund I donated to, once, in 2019.
A picture of a flooded valley.
A request, a simple link to click.
I don't delete it. That feels cruel.
I just press 'Archive'.
A softer kind of silence.
The checkbook stays in the top left drawer,
behind the old menus from that Thai place.

[Chorus]
And my finger knows the gesture.
A tap, a quiet send-off.
The inbox is clean now.
Just shipping notifications and a note from my mother.
I saw it. And I filed it away.
That’s enough for today.

[Bridge]
It's not that I don't care.
It’s that I can't carry it.
Not this morning.
Not with the toast about to burn.
The weight of that country,
the cost of that check...
it would break the quiet surface of the day.
My small peace is so fragile.
It's all I have.

[Outro]
The phone goes face down on the table.
The blue light dies against the wood.
The room is still.
My coffee is still warm.
Pick a song