Tagal Gumet

[Verse 1]
Tell myself, sit still, don’t start pacing yet.
Boss Darren said wait; I heard him, I bet.
Tagal gumet, I’m counting the minutes wrong,
My mouth keeps rehearsing the same little song.
“Stay cool,” I mutter. “You’re cool. You’re fine.”
Then check the time again for the ninth time.
I got one job: wait here, don’t roam,
But my knees keep making plans of their own.

[Hook]
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum

[Verse 2]
I tell myself, no, don’t ask how long,
You’ll look impatient, and that looks wrong.
Boss Darren’s busy, that’s what I say,
Then I invent a new reason he’s late today.
Maybe the meeting ran over its slot,
Maybe he forgot I’m still on the spot.
I count to ten, then I count it again,
I talk myself down, then I start up again.
“Relax,” I say. “Just do what you’re told.”
My hands don’t listen; they fold and unfold.
One minute drags like a crate full of books,
I keep checking the same blank little look.
Tagal gumet, I whisper, what’s taking so long?
Then swallow the question and hum that song.

[Hook]
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum

[Verse 3]
I’m not mad, I’m just keeping a tally,
Each extra minute gets filed in my belly.
I could go ask, but I know what I’d hear:
“Just wait a little.” I’ve heard that all year.
No, not all year—just feels like a stretch,
I correct myself, then tighten the fetch
Of every thought that keeps pulling me back
To “Boss Darren, you coming?”—I don’t say that.
I breathe in slow, then mutter, “All right.”
I’m waiting. I’m waiting. I’m waiting tonight.

[Hook]
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum
Mm-bap, mm-bap, da-da-dum