Six, Seven

Yeah. You hear that? When it drops, you already know. Morning coffee,

half awake, same old robe, same old day. Someone laughs, breaks the silence.

Two small numbers start the riot. No meaning, no reason, just a moment

in the air. It rolls in, catches fire, now it's everywhere. Six,

seven. Say it once, say it twice. Six, seven.

Feels too good, don't ask why. Hands up, fall in, let it hit,

let it land. Six, seven. Yeah, the whole room

understands. Oh. Echo down a crowded hall, off the walls,