Level 458 - "Papa Pedro's Pizza Palace" (Still Closed Until Further Notice)

Revsited song, replaced earlier published one. https://suno.com/s/FjApqYLL111fj7qv --------------------------------------------------------- Ice melting in an empty cup (why does this feel familiar...) Arcade lights breathe against the walls The carpet keeps the heat from footsteps that already left (i used to like places like this...) Somebody wiped the windows clean except around the fingerprints (i can almost remember...) Ice melting in an empty cup (why does this feel familiar...) Arcade lights breathe against the walls The carpet keeps the heat from footsteps that already left (i used to like places like this...) Somebody wiped the windows clean except around the fingerprints (i can almost remember...) The menu boards glow without words still changing every few seconds A child-sized paper crown rests beside the napkin trays (this wasn't here before...) The soda fountain clicks at random behind the serving counter Every table feels reserved for people who never arrive (i thought they'd come back...) Security cameras rotate slowly before stopping near my booth Not watching, just waiting Like they expect me to remember something (it remembers me somehow...) Restroom mirrors lag behind half a breath too long tonight The hallway near the freezer room keeps extending when I look down (don't let it change again...) Papa Pedro stays awake somehow Long after every parking light goes dark The ceiling speakers lose their balance stretching old commercials into hymns (i shouldn't still be here...) Papa Pedro stays awake somehow The kitchen breathes behind the swinging doors Something underneath the wallpaper moves without trying to hide (please don't turn around...) A stack of plastic trays near booth three falls over every hour No sound follows after (i know this hallway...) The grease along the ceiling tiles spreads into branching shapes (too warm...) One framed photo near the arcade changed while I tied my shoe Now everyone inside the picture faces toward the camera (i don't want to leave yet...) I used to think these places stayed alive after closing time Like employees still counting tickets or dragging chairs across the floor (i used to wait here...) Now it feels more permanent than that Like the building forgot how to empty itself (something feels unfinished...) There are birthday banners here older than I am The colors fade differently on every wall One corner still smells like summer rain on asphalt (i can almost remember...) And cheap pizza boxes in the backseat of somebody else's car (why is it waiting...) Papa Pedro stays awake somehow Every hallway folds behind my steps The clocks above the counter stopped before I ever walked inside (why does this feel familiar...) Papa Pedro stays awake somehow The cameras blink in separate rhythms And every booth beside the window looks almost occupied tonight (keep looking forward...) Ice melting in an empty cup Arcade lights against the walls The carpet keeps the heat (i shouldn't still be here...) Long after everybody leaves (i don't want to leave yet...)