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THIS IS NOT A PODIUM lyrics
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Intro
This is not a podium. I asked where you were.
Verse 1
You praise our trust like cameras just came on, Call the missing hours "a matter we can build on." I ask, "Did you lie?" You redefine honest, Turn one yes-or-no into a ten-point promise. A friend asks, "Did you say it?" You thank him for asking, Said you were there, then step around what happened. A pivot looks smaller beside a hot plate; The microwave beeps while your answer runs late.
Chorus
This is not a podium, The couch won't take a statement. I asked you where you went, Not for a speech on dedication. No cameras in the kitchen, No votes inside this room. One question, one answer: This is not a podium.
Verse 2
Boss asks why the launch missed Friday at five, I blame inherited folders from the previous guy. Call the delay "progress by a broader measure," Chart my effort upward while the team cancels dinner. Doctor asks what I eat; I list my steps, Name three clean breakfasts, hide six takeout slips. Try that pivot when the numbers come due; A pulse will not applaud what a slogan can do.
Chorus
This is not a podium, The desk won't pass a motion. I asked why the work is late, Not for a plan on forward motion. No cameras in the break room, No votes inside this room. One question, one answer: This is not a podium.
Verse 3
We laugh when a suit makes fog from a fact, Then carry that language through the front-door crack. "Technically faithful." "On track in spirit." We polish the sentence till nobody can hear it. I caught my own mouth building a podium: You asked why I went quiet; I praised how much I show up. That's the pivot with a joke tucked all the way in: Public spin gets private cause I let it all spin.
Bridge
No press in the hallway, no party to please, Just one face waiting six feet from me. Trust is a room with one working door: The answer walks in, but your trust is under the floor.
Chorus
This is not a podium, My mouth won't hide behind one. You asked why I went quiet; I feared the answer might cost us. No cameras in the kitchen, No votes inside this room. I was scared, so I dodged you. This is not a podium. The answer walks in, or the trust walks out.
Inside the recording
This is not a podium. I asked where you were.
This is not a podium, The couch won't take a statement.
This is not a podium, My mouth won't hide behind one.
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