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SEASON FIVE lyrics
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Intro
Pilot. Pilot's still my favorite episode. Don't matter the show. Pilot's the promise. And I keep coming back to the promise.
Verse 1
Twenty-twenty-six, same couch, same dust on the receiver Blue light wash the wall like I'm a non-believer Disc one, episode one, press play like a prayer Streetlight orange through the blinds, Plantation air She still in the bedroom, scrolling, half asleep Said she'd watch with me, then the season got too deep Three episodes in, I already feel the slip Like I done been here with Tasha, with Kim, with Liv Same theme song, same coffee gone cold Same heater clicking on when the AC get too bold I tell myself this time different, this time I stay But the calendar on the fridge already say May Lose a woman every May-to-July Don't ask me why I'm sitting in a rerun, rerun is mine
Chorus
Season five, season five, somebody gotta leave Same blue light, same goodbye, same pack-up-a-sleeve I keep falling out of love right when the writers do Five-year rerun and I'm losing you Season five, season five, credits start to roll Every box-set ending take another piece of soul I keep falling out of love right when the writers do Five-year rerun and I'm losing you
Verse 2
Season two we still good, she bring me cafecito Laughing at the dialogue, I'm laughing at the meta I tell her bout the writers room, the first showrunner gone She say she don't watch TV like I do, she just along Season three I'm quoting lines she ain't said Season four I'm scrolling Reddit while we in bed And by season five there's a character who dies Same one every cycle, same close-up on the eyes They put a needle drop on it, I watch the actor go Something in my chest go quiet I can't show Next morning I'm distant, next week I'm distant-er Two months later I'm a missing-person mister Amber twenty-fifteen, Tasha twenty-twenty Maya twenty-twenty-five, I thought the show was empty The show is the mirror, and the mirror ain't pretty
Chorus
Season five, season five, somebody gotta leave Same blue light, same goodbye, same pack-up-a-sleeve I keep falling out of love right when the writers do Five-year rerun and I'm losing you Season five, season five, credits start to roll Every box-set ending take another piece of soul I keep falling out of love right when the writers do Five-year rerun and I'm losing you
Bridge
Same character dies every time I watch The show finish, somebody always pack a box I keep falling out of love right when the writers do Same character dies every time I watch
Verse 3
Maya in the kitchen, ice clinking in the glass She know the look I got, she been watching me detach Say "you doing it again." I say "doing what?" She say "the show. The thing. The five-year shut." And I ain't got nothing 'cause she ain't wrong Been in love with a series longer than any woman Writers killed somebody, I felt it more than my own grief Pause. That's the bar. That's the season-five thief The show been my therapist, my father, my routine The show stay when she leave, the show ain't never lean I keep picking women I can outlast on a binge That's the diagnosis. That's the hinge I'm a man in love with reruns. That's the truth I been ducking Maya, I'm sorry. Tryna break the cycle from cussing
Chorus
Season five, season five, somebody gotta leave. But maybe this time the somebody is me. I keep falling out of love right when the writers do. Five-year rerun, I'm trying to lose the loop. Season five, season five, credits start to roll. But maybe I press pause 'fore it take another soul. I keep falling out of love right when the writers do. Five-year rerun, I'm trying not to lose you.
Outro
[Hard stop] Pilot. Pilot's still my favorite episode. But the finale is mine.
Inside the recording
Pilot. Pilot's still my favorite episode. Don't matter the show. Pilot's the promise.
Season five, season five, somebody gotta leave Same blue light, same goodbye, same pack-up-a-sleeve
Pilot. Pilot's still my favorite episode. But the finale is mine.
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