Vitals_Stable.rpt

At the edge of all the bass and lights There's a white tent glowing in the night Felt gloves folded on a rolling tray Masks pulled down, just waiting Hoping it stays that way We've got charts, meds, sutures, tape Enough to patch a dozen kinds of fate Monitors hum and a soft green line A little felt hospital in the noise and shine We trained for the worst, we drilled every scene Ran mock codes under fluorescents, antiseptic clean Now we sit by the flap while the kick rolls by Listening to the radios and an unbroken sky If the phones don't ring If the radios sleep If the only thing we treat Is a blistered felt feet Then boredom is victory Silence is a win A hundred tiny "almost" Kept outside this tent of tin We're ready for chaos But we'd rather stay unseen In a night built on frenzy We're rooting for routine We get glitter in an eye, a twisted knee A kid who danced too hard and forgot to breathe A dehydrated puppet with a shaking hand We trade their wristband scan for a water and a fan We tape ankles, hand out ice and care Check vitals and the pulse of the kick out there Once in a while, someone's really not okay We switch from comfort mode to "clear a path, make way" We know the protocols, we've marked every aisle We've mapped the shortest routes in felt and tile But every time the cones stay calm and clear We trade a surge of adrenaline for one more quiet year If the gurneys stay parked If the sirens don't sing If the worst thing we see Is a lost phone ring Then boredom is victory Empty cots a prize A field full of music And no ambulance lights We're built for the panic But we're praying for no call In a night made for stories We hope nothing big at all You chase the drop, we watch the waves Every hand in the air, we count as safe Because if you make it home with just tired feet No stitches, no sirens, no white sheet heat Then we did our job without a single show And you'll never know our names, and that's how we know Boredom is victory Quiet is kind An uneventful shift Is a fest over design If our log reads "minor" If our night reads "slow" If the big red bag Never has to go Then boredom is victory Zero is the score We'll pack the tents at sunrise Never wanting more We're the steady little heartbeat Behind your roar and rust Doctors in a canvas room Keeping watch because we must So dance like there's no broken And love like there's no harm We'll be here just in case Hoping we never sound the alarm So dance like there's no broken And love like there's no harm We'll be here just in case Hoping we never sound the alarm