Verse 1

Every morning, pressed suit, silver tie in place

Easy little grin, practiced warmth upon my face

I know which train you take, the coffee that you choose

The name of every book you leave beside your shoes

For one long year, I learned the shape of your routine

Kept my distance close enough to stay unseen

You said, “What a coincidence,” when I appeared nearby

I raised a courteous hand and gave you my best lie

Pre-Chorus

Daylight makes me look so kind

Night puts every thought in line

You never see the page I keep

Of every secret you don’t mean to leave

Chorus

I’m your perfect gentleman, tailored, calm, composed

Always there beside you, every door held closed

You call it luck when our two worlds collide