Lyrics

[INTRO – CALEB, circling a booth with a pencil held like a weapon]
CALEB:
I been takin’ notes for months.
About gravy. About ghosts.
But that booth in the corner?
Don’t take to documentation.

It bit Glen last week.
Tried to absorb Christina.
Frank won’t sit there no more.
Mac…
Mac just nods, like it’s old news.

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[VERSE 1 – FRANK, sharpening his fillet knife on a salt shaker]
FRANK:
I knew somethin’ was wrong when it burped.
Loud, wet, like a sermon gone wrong.

I tossed a napkin in to test it.
Booth shredded it.
Like it owed money.

I seen catfish smile,
but I never seen vinyl
bear its teeth.

Son, that ain’t furniture.
That’s a memory trap.

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[VERSE 2 – CHRISTINA, halfway inside the booth, hair sizzling softly]
CHRISTINA:
I slid in backwards,
just to see.

Booth said:
“You again?”

And tried to digest me.

My right shoe’s still inside.
My dignity too.

It licked my ankle
and whispered my ex’s middle name.

I think it’s a jealous lover.
Or maybe…
a portal that didn’t finish college.

Anyway—
ten outta ten,
would not sit again.

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[VERSE 3 – MAC, sipping tea slowly while staring it down]
MAC:
That booth got teeth.
But it don’t chew wise.
Bites fast—
but forgets to close its eyes.

I sat there once.
’97. Maybe ’98.
Back when the jelly still prophesied.

It nibbled my spine.
I told it a joke.
Booth ain’t laughed since.
Just… waits.
Hollow and hungry,
like a preacher with no punchline.

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[VERSE 4 – WILL, wiping his hands, already halfway to the door]
WILL:
I don’t sit in booths.
I question them.

And this one?
This one’s a liar.

Pretends to offer rest—
but feeds on stories.

Swallowed a wedding once.
A full love confession.
Three haikus.
And a whole plate of deviled eggs.

Nope.
I sit on the edge of chairs.
With my back to the light.
Just in case.

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[HOOK – ALL CHARACTERS, stomping on floorboards like drums]
🎵 That booth ain’t furniture—it’s fate with a seam.
It dreams in upholstery.
It plots in steam.

You sit too long,
you lose your tale.
You leave with teeth marks
and gravy veil.

It bites the bold.
It hums. It moans.
It dines on secrets,
sucks out bones. 🎵

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[OUTRO – MS. MAE, placing a “RESERVED” sign on the booth]
MS. MAE:
“Some seats ain’t meant
for sittin’ twice.
Some bites you earn.
Some—
you pay the price.”