BURN RATE

Name: BURN RATE
Duration: 280 s
Description: BURN RATE by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “She said "we're not a thing" I said "okay, that's chill" Wrote it down in the Notes app Right above my…”

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Intro

On Air, episode seven, the case study returns tonight Tonight's guest burned through emotional funding in eleven months Roll the tape

Verse 1

Host clicked record, I forgot where to start Said "define situationship" like it's modern art Met her on the 2nd and Northwest 36 Shared a Spotify playlist, she said "no labels, just kicks" First DM at one a.m., "you up, send the addy" I said "low-key," she said "no expectations, daddy" Translation: we were ghosts with a Bluetooth connection Two AirPods, one heart, zero documentation

Pre-chorus

She said "we're not a thing" I said "okay, that's chill" Wrote it down in the Notes app Right above my refill Therapy at four Therapist asked "is this real" I said "burn rate, burn rate" She said "what does that feel"

Chorus

Burn rate, burn rate, watch the runway go Burn rate, burn rate, ain't no I P O We were a startup with no product, just vibes You unadded me at two forty-seven from your life Burn rate, burn rate, episode complete Burn rate, burn rate, host says we're out of time

Verse 2

Receipts in the camera roll, twelve dollar latte Publix sticker on the cup, two scoops, one daddy Close friends knew, the main grid stayed empty Inside jokes lived in iMessage purgatory She'd post the moon, I'd reply with a flame Then delete it 'fore the algorithm learned the game The 305 humid, the apartment too cold She said "we're complicated," I said "no, just old"

Pre-chorus

She said "we're not a thing" But she still wore my hoodie Kept the ring light on For someone who wasn't a movie Therapy at four Therapist said "what's the plan" I said "burn rate, burn rate" She said "you're doing it again"

Chorus

Verse 3

Tuesday two forty-seven, I was in line at Publix Phone buzzed, opened it, saw the cold subtraction Snapchat said she removed me, no explanation Then I saw her on the FYP doing thirst meditation Caption read "healed now," geotag Wynwood I'm in the freezer aisle holding two ice creams I should put back Should put back, should put back, can't put back 'Cause one was hers, one was mine, and now I'm just stuck

Bridge

Why didn't I leave in March Why didn't I leave in May Why did the unadd button do the thing my mouth couldn't say She wasn't bad, she was busy I wasn't sad, I was lazy We weren't broken, we were beta A test market for somebody better

Verse 4

Host asks "why didn't you go" I joke about my cancer rising Dodge it with a punchline, throwaway timing The truth is I liked the half More than I'd liked the whole More than the conversation That would have made it real

Chorus

Outro

That's all the time we have folks, thanks for tuning in to-

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