[Verse 1]
Eleven forty-seven, kitchen light gone blue,
I said "humidifier" out loud, just me and you,
Next morning there's a banner selling one half price,
Like the walls grew ears and sold 'em overnight,
I check the cable box, I check the smoke alarm,
Feels like my whole apartment's wearing someone's arm,
Every tap I make gets folded into a file,
Sorted, labeled, shipped off down the aisle,
To a warehouse full of strangers trading my routine,
My coffee order, my worst 3 a.m. scene,
I used to think a diary just needed a lock,
Now the diary's a signal and the signal never stops.
[Chorus]
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
Selling my Tuesday like it was never mine,
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
I just want a little of my life to stay inside the line.
[Verse 2]
So here's the quiet trick, it ain't magic, it's a lock,
Two people talking, the message gets wrapped in a code,
Only your phone and the one you're texting hold the key,
Not the wire between you, not a company,
And if that key ever shifts, if a stranger cuts in line,
You get a warning flag before you type the next line,
Your photos sit at home, still, on the glass in your palm,
Not floating off to nowhere till you choose to send them on,
Your calendar's read right there, on the device, nothing more,
No copy mailed to strangers behind some server door,
And when you visit a page, they just count the feet at the door,
No cookie tailing you home like it's owed you something more.
[Bridge]
Still I lock the door and check it twice at night,
Still some stranger's got my number, got my name in a byte,
This don't erase the warehouse or shut the whole thing down,
It just hands you a key for the one room that's still yours now.
[Verse 3]
They say the metadata's all that's left behind,
Just the shape of the envelope, never the words inside,
But shapes can tell a story if you stack enough of them high,
Who you call at midnight, how long, and why,
So I ask the harder question, is the shape kept too,
Or does it vanish after it gets me through to you,
Some say delete for everyone, some say gone for good,
I'm learning every system the way that no one should,
Still I'd rather hold a key than beg for mercy from a cloud,
Still I'd rather whisper soft than get rebroadcast loud,
A little privacy ain't paranoia, it's just a right,
A door that locks from the inside, not just at night.
[Chorus]
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
Selling my Tuesday like it was never mine,
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
I just want a little of my life to stay inside the line.
[Chorus]
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
Selling my Tuesday like it was never mine,
Somebody's got a file with my name on the spine,
I just want a little of my life to stay inside the line.