Assistant Manager
by Still Water Theorem
from Wayward Thoughts
- Composer
- Still Water Theorem
- Lyricist
- Still Water Theorem
- Recorded
- April 14, 2026
Rock
#prog rock
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[Intro - Synth, Sparse] [Verse 1] The rocket on the bedroom wall peeled off Somewhere between the algebra and rent The helmet made of cardboard and tinfoil Was in the attic till the attic went He drew the constellations on his ceiling With glow-in-dark that faded within a year The stars gave up before he did But not by much — and not by long, I fear [Chorus] The fluorescent lights don't flicker like the stars The intercom don't echo very far Cleanup on aisle seven, bring the mop The boy who built the rocket Learned to stop [Verse 2] The scholarship was close but close don't fly The interview went well but well don't hire The résumé had gaps like missing teeth Each one a year he meant to aim much higher He learned the register, he learned the codes He learned which produce turns on Tuesdays first He wore the vest and smiled at the people And no one ever asked him what he'd rehearsed [Chorus] The fluorescent lights don't flicker like the stars The intercom don't echo very far Cleanup on aisle seven, bring the mop The boy who built the rocket Learned to stop [Bridge - Quiet, Almost Still] The break room has a window facing east On clear nights you can see Orion's belt He eats his sandwich standing by the glass And doesn't say a word about the way it felt To be the kid who memorized the moon Who knew the distance down to every mile Who plotted courses no one asked to see Who filed them in the cabinet with a smile [Instrumental Break - Marimba, Lonely] [Verse 3 - Bleak, No Redemption] The district wants the endcaps rearranged The truck comes Thursday, earlier than before His name is on a plaque beside the clock Assistant manager — he won't make more The parking lot is empty after ten He locks the door and walks across the black The sky is wide and full of everything He doesn't look up anymore [Final Chorus - Slow, Devastating] The fluorescent lights don't flicker like the stars The intercom don't echo very far Cleanup on aisle seven, bring the mop The boy who built the rocket The boy who built the rocket The boy who built the rocket learned to stop [Outro - Synth Only, Fading] Orion's still above the parking lot But parking lots don't look up much [End]
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