Little Miss Both-Sides-Of-The-Scale

Lyrics

[Intro]
Little scale, here in my head.
The two pans hang, by a single thread.
Perfectly still.
Perfectly level.

[Verse 1]
Tuesday night. Eight-seventeen.
The Rusty Mug. The usual scene.
Karen’s laughing, the ice is clinking.
The air smells of beer and over-thinking.
And the bill arrives on a plastic tray.
My fingers trace the sticky wood, I push my glass away.
My phone comes out, not for a text, but for the light.
To get the numbers right.
Karen's two beers, my one. Tax, then the tip.
No rounding up or down, no careless slip.
The waiter gets his due. Not more, not less.
Just the clean, quiet hum of orderliness.

[Chorus]
Oh, the weight you give a friend, you give a stranger.
No thumb on the pan, no hidden danger.
At the dive bar, at the steakhouse, it's the same receipt.
You don't get tired. You don't admit defeat.
You just hold steady, both sides of the line.
Little scale of mine.

[Verse 2]
Saturday afternoon. The coffee's gone cold.
A story's been twisted, a truth half-told.
The tension is a hum in the kitchen air.
And someone says it isn't fair.
So I say, "Hold on. Let's look from where they stand."
And I take a breath and I raise a hand.
Not to point fingers, just to slow the pace.
To give each word its proper time and place.
Weighing the anger, and the hurt beneath.
The silent promise and the gritted teeth.

[Chorus]
Oh, the weight you give a friend, you give a stranger.
No thumb on the pan, no hidden danger.
At the dive bar, at the steakhouse, it's the same receipt.
You don't get tired. You don't admit defeat.
You just hold steady, both sides of the line.
Little scale of mine.

[Bridge]
Some people think it’s cold, this little book I keep.
Practicing fairness while the city's asleep.
The penny I added for the pizza slice.
It’s not for them. It’s not about being nice.
It's just this quiet, internal decree.
The cost of seeing things... accurately.
No receipts for this. No praise, no blame.
Just the level measure. Just the steady flame.

[Outro]
The weight she gives the friend...
She gives the stranger...
The scale doesn't tip.
It doesn't waver.
It just... is.