[Verse 1]
Two seventeen, the ceiling glows that blue of lonely screens,
Scrolling past a blender shaped like it's auditioning for a rocket ship,
Add to cart, my thumb won't even pause to weigh the math,
Checkout's one quick tap, like it's begging me to skip the bath.
Shipping says tomorrow, feels like a dare wrapped in confetti,
I set the phone down grinning, picturing smoothies I'll never get ready.
Next day, doorbell rings, a box the size of a dented toaster,
I open it and wonder who I was, your honor, the late-night composer
Of forty-nine ninety-five, charged right at a quarter past dark,
Same exact blender's twelve bucks down at the daylight discount park.
Receipt in my hand reads like a map straight to regret city,
Where the gift shop only ever sells you leftover, stale pity.
[Chorus]
The box arrived before the sun could rise,
Morning's showing me the deal through daylight eyes.
Two AM made a promise it can't keep,
Now I'm holding plastic while my pride's asleep.
[Verse 2]
So now before the cart lights up like some neon slot machine,
I let it sit a minute, keep my thumb calm, patient, unseen,
Called my cousin Mara, she's got a bargain-hunting eye,
She says, wait till lunch, check the little store three blocks nearby.
There's an app that lines the same product up, side by side by side,
Shows me the price at the shop that's a short, sunny walk outside,
Same hour, same light, no two AM fog clouding my head,
Turns out daylight math is kinder math, it quiets the dread.
Turns out the mall's got it cheaper and sitting in stock today,
No cardboard box of shame left waiting to be thrown away.
I still might want the thing, but I want it clear and fully known,
Not some ghost-click bought while my judgment sat alone.
[Bridge]
Some nights the quiet still goes shopping in my place,
Late and sad, scrolling for a feeling I can't quite trace.
Checking the price won't fix the chair that's sitting empty,
It just slows the click before it costs me plenty.
The ache don't vanish soon as the tab finally shuts,
Some wants run deeper than any discount or coupon cuts.
I'll still get the parcel sometimes, wrong hour, wrong reason,
I'm only learning to shop a little closer to the season.
[Chorus]
The box arrived before the sun could rise,
Morning's showing me the deal through daylight eyes.
Two AM made a promise it can't keep,
Now I'm holding plastic while my pride's asleep.
[Chorus]
The box arrived before the sun could rise,
Morning's showing me the deal through daylight eyes.
Two AM made a promise it can't keep,
Now I'm holding plastic while my pride's asleep.