Closing manager on duty

Late shift glow, clock stuck on repeat
Office lights buzzing, dead on my feet
Hit play just to pass the time
Didn’t know he’d mess with my mind

Oscar Isaac on screen, quiet, alone
Mustache mood with a low-tone drone
Lonely energy, slow-burn stare
Yeah, I felt that pull from over there

He said, “You never know what’s in a man’s mind”
Something about it hit me right on time
I leaned in closer to the screen—
Like I could step inside that scene

I could fix him—don’t ask me how
It’s 1AM and I’m saying it now
Clock me out but I’m clocked in deep
On a fantasy I wanna keep

I could fix him—yeah, I swear
Something broken? I’ll meet him there
Lonely, messy, just my type—
I’m building dreams on a late-shift hype

Fluorescent lights, empty floor
I’m pacing circles by the door
Got one eye on the ticking clock
One eye stuck on a cellblock thought

Soft voice, something underneath
A quiet ache you almost feel
Not a hero, not cleaned up—
But that’s exactly what I want

Every line just pulls me in
Like I know where he’s been
Shouldn’t care, but I do—
Now I’m rewriting his truth

I could fix him—don’t ask me how
It’s 1AM and I’m saying it now
Clock me out but I’m clocked in deep
On a fantasy I wanna keep

I could fix him—yeah, I swear
Something broken? I’ll meet him there
Lonely, messy, just my type—
I’m building dreams on a late-shift hype

The Letter Room—put me in that room tonight
Stacks of letters, low-lit light
Licking envelopes, playing it cool
But I’d break every rule in The Letter Room

Screen goes black, I’m still awake
Thinking ‘bout the choices I’d make
Didn’t come for this at all—
Now I’m waiting on a call I’d take