Hiding the Serious Behind the Joke

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[Intro]Deep in the Tovliani.Where the limestone weeps.I found your phone.[Verse 1]Cold glass against my glove.A perfect black rectangle in the ancient dark.Serious Meteorologist Mike.I’ve seen you on the feeds.Dancing in a hurricane hat.Pointing at a sun wearing sunglasses.You made the crushing front hilarious.You made the flood advisory a meme.A million views for a joke about the polar vortex.[Chorus]But the lock screen tells the real story.The part you couldn't say out loud.Here in the constant four degrees of the Arabika massif.You left the punchline at the surface.And brought the truth down to the core.Do we hide our seriousness behind the joke?Just to survive the weather?[Verse 2]It lit up just once.Not a picture of a lover, or a dog.Just text on a black background.A note."The anomalies are no longer anomalous.""The deviation is the new mean."It read like a prayer from a man who believes in data.A confession.The isobars tightening around a world that just wants to laugh.[Chorus]And the lock screen tells the real story.The part you couldn't say out loud.Here in the constant four degrees of the Arabika massif.You left the punchline at the surface.And brought the truth down to the core.Do we hide our seriousness behind the joke?Just to survive the weather?[Bridge]Did you need a place so deep the signal could never reach?A silence that would finally match the quiet gravity in your gut?You give them the shiny, simple thing.The cartoon cold front.Because the real map, the terrifying one...No one wants to see it.They just want to be told it'll be sunny by the weekend.[Outro]The screen went dark.Just another cold stone in my hand.And the drip... drip... drip...Of the world, slowly, telling its own truth.