Micromort

Lyrics

[Intro]
Step right up to the spreadsheet, boys!

[Verse 1]
I’ll take the charcoal-broiled steak, keep the fat on the bone
I’ve been running the numbers on driving back home
I spent three on the highway just passing a freight
And another half-dozen just clearing my plate
My stomach drops early, a twitch in the nerve
But the pencil corrects it, I’m grading the curve.

[Chorus]
Just a tiny black coin for the toll on the bridge
Just a drop of the dark in the light of the fridge
We chop up the reaper into bite-sized bits
So we don't have to look at the scythe where he sits
Put it on my tab!
I’m buying the round, I’m paying the fee
For the privilege of letting the gravity see me.

[Verse 2]
I’ve got a jar of these tokens I keep by the door
Every trip to the doctor, I'm spending some more
You went skiing in Denver? That’s wealthy, my friend
I can’t afford mountains, I’m saving the end
For a dive in the ocean where the water is black
I am hoarding my budget to pay for the glass.

[Bridge]
It’s a comfort, you know, to price out the ghost
To know what a Tuesday is charging you both
The math is a blanket we pull to our chest
We tally the shadow and hope for the best
If you break it to fractions, it isn't a cliff
It's merely a staircase of maybe and risk.

[Chorus]
Just a tiny black coin for the toll on the bridge
Just a drop of the dark in the light of the fridge
We chop up the reaper into bite-sized bits
So we don't have to look at the scythe where he sits
Put it on my tab!
I’m buying the round, I’m paying the fee
For the privilege of letting the gravity see me.

[Outro]
I’ve balanced the ledger, the margins are clean
The safest I’ve been since 2019
I’m completely secure, I’m entirely sound
As long as I never get up off the
ground.