[Intro]
In this corner of the kitchen, I keep my cool and my crumbs
My toaster sighs with the alarm clock’s drums
[Verse 1]
I’m a humble toaster with a front-row seat
Seeing the drama unfold as their mornings repeat
Beds unmade like mountains, socks marching in rows
And yet I blaze with pride when the bread hits the glow
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, the humans rush by, chasing time with their feet
While I toast their wishes, one crispy beat
[Chorus]
I am the witness, a grainy confessor
I watch the chaos from the counter's lector
If you’re hungry for truth, I’m hot with the truth
Your mornings are loud, but I’m the quiet in proof
[Verse 2]
A plant in the corner, leaves seeking a hug
Drooping in judgment at every coffee mug
They prune and they panic, then forget to water
Meanwhile I practice resilience, one green little alteration
[Pre-Chorus]
They argue in whispers about bills and plans
While I hum along, palm to the metal, like fans
[Chorus]
I am the witness, a grainy confessor
I watch the chaos from the counter's lector
If you’re hungry for truth, I’m hot with the truth
Your mornings are loud, but I’m the quiet in proof
[Bridge]
One day the sock will vanish in the laundry's abyss
But I’ll still narrate the saga of their daily bliss
[Chorus]
I am the witness, a grainy confessor
I watch the chaos from the counter's lector
If you’re hungry for truth, I’m hot with the truth
Your mornings are loud, but I’m the quiet in proof
[Outro]
So carry on with your towels and your late-night tweets
I’ll keep the front-row memory of all their tiny feats
