Room 314 - Pi, The Private Eye: Ep1.

Lyrics

dry rain raps glass
a coded confession
time for a long coat
and forensic aggression
the case files thick
and the grounds bruised with smoke

he came home with three missed calls
and a lipstick note

"Hotwife of Pi"

she said
"Pi, can you find what he hides"
I said
"love, I find lies by the shape of their sides"

dont worry Ill ride
out of the streetlamp blur
I dont chase clues
clues crawl back first

first flaw cracked in the time that she gave me
quarter past nine
but the bar cam said maybe
ten with a woman
in a borrowed black Bentley
same plate loaned twice
and the glovebox aint empty

he said he was working
bullshit
track him
phone pinged Salford
his message said Trafford
receipt said seafood
two spoons in the picture
a wedding ring
tan line
and a guilty pink shirt

I dont want drama
I charge for suspicion
trace every pause on a blood spatter mission
he blinked on "Tuesday"
stuttered on "alone"
Im telling you now
his loyalty lives in his phone

I pulled meta data from a selfie at Nero
zoomed on the glass
caught her face in the mirror
angle of light put the booth near the till
Pi dont get lucky
Pi just skilled

lipstick on linen
hotel pen bitten
alias signed where the idiot had written
mr P Perfect
card declined twice
cocky for a man with a discount vice

call me Pi
I can circle the crime
cut through the fog with a decimal mind
your secret aint safe
your alibi leaks
I hear what you hide in the way that you speak

Pi, the private eye
midnight planning
suited up sharp
while the evidence damning
Hotwife manners with a casework kink
I solve your secrets before you finish your drink

I rang reception with a voice she knows
said
"did he leave something"
she paused, then let it go

checked the register
gave me the floor
room 314
irony at the door

three point one four
yeah
cute
he was begging
universe flirting while I clocked up the bedding
found black lace by the vent and the heater
size didnt match her

this case getting sweeter

he had a mistress with a fake French name
accent from Bolton
and a husband the same
I snapped so fast that the flash lost rhythm
everyone lies
and most lack vision

venetian blinds slice the moon into strips
weed smoke writes warnings round guilty lips
if your heart has a basement
better pay Pi rent
cash in hand before the evidence is spent
a kiss is a contract
and a glance is a wire tap
a button undone is a witness for hire that
knows lies leave their prints when exiting last
lust leaves breath marks signed in the glass

call me Pi
I can circle the crime
cut through the fog with a decimal mind
your secret aint safe
your alibi leaks
I hear what you hide in the way that you speak

Pi, the private eye
midnight planning
suited up sharp
while the evidence damning
Hotwife manners with a casework kink
I solve your secrets before you finish your drink

call me
Pi, the private eye

"Hotwife of Pi"




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