DoorDash
JrOnHisGrind
[Verse 1]
Russell sits by the window watching the delivery car
pull up outside his apartment building on Seventh
He's ordered from three different places this week
and he knows the drivers by the sound of their engines now
There's a particular comfort in the ritual
the way the bag crinkles when he brings it to the table
[Chorus]
He's built himself a kind of sanctuary here
with the game on low and the curtains halfway drawn
Nobody asks him what he needs
He already knows
[Verse 2]
Sunday afternoons the quarterback throws a spiral
and Russell leans back against the couch he's had for years
When the room goes quiet he doesn't fight it
There's a privacy he's earned in these four walls
the kind that doesn't require explanation or apology
[Chorus]
He's built himself a kind of sanctuary here
with the game on low and the curtains halfway drawn
Nobody asks him what he needs
He already knows
[Bridge]
Sometimes his sister calls and asks if he's been out
He tells her about the Thai place that delivered in the rain
She laughs but doesn't press him
She understands that healing looks different for everyone
[Chorus]
He's built himself a kind of sanctuary here
with the game on low and the curtains halfway drawn
Nobody asks him what he needs
He already knows
[Outro]
Russell by the window
watching the season change outside
Versions
DoorDash (Version A)
JrOnHisGrind
Version A
DoorDash (Version B)
JrOnHisGrind
Version B