The Cook's Dilemma

[Verse 1 — percussive bass slaps]
I've cooked a thousand different things
Changed every spice to suit your whims
You taste one plate that's slightly cold
And forget the feasts you used to hold

[Pre-Chorus — intimate baritone]
My dinner cools behind the door
I don't know what I'm hungry for

[Chorus — playful rhythm, aching lift]
Order up, order up, another round
No thank-you ever makes a sound
You want the moon served à la carte
I give the hours, then the heart
I'd close the kitchen, kill the flame
But there are mouths here with no blame
(One more plate, one more day)

[Verse 2 — stuttering samples]
My recipe's a folded page
That never reached a dinner plate

[Bridge — slow, layered]
The sign says OPEN, so I stay
Who feeds the cook when I'm away?

[Outro — fragile falsetto]
I set a place for me at last
Then hear the bell and let it pass