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Forty Tabs and a Two Step

Time might be money, but money comes with refunds. Time? Not so much. “Non-Refundable Time” is a modern Country Western two-step for every burned-out, over-subscribed, calendar-crushed soul who has ever RSVP’d “yes” when their whole nervous system was screaming “absolutely not.” Sung from the perspective of Marla, a middle-aged California tech worker with a snarky streak and a dog with separation anxiety, this song turns burnout into a honky-tonk confession. We start in the glow of a laptop screen, where remote work never really clocks out and yoga instructors blame everything on your “aura.” Marla’s running her life like a browser with forty tabs open, all playing music, all demanding attention. Then one morning, between overpriced oat-milk cold brew sips and doom scrolling, she stumbles onto the line that flips her whole script: “Time is non-refundable, use it with intention.” From there, the song rides a steady groove through the small rebellions that change everything. She lets Slack threads scream into the void without her. Crypto-guy neighbor gets “meeting conflicts” instead of free therapy on the sidewalk. Kombucha networking mixers lose their favorite reluctant attendee while she guiltlessly binge-watches old sitcoms. Every pre-chorus tightens the tension, and every chorus lands like a raised eyebrow: no returns, no store credit, no loyalty points on other people’s chaos. Musically, you’ll hear twangy electric guitars, steel lines that bend like L.A. freeways at sunset, and a laid-back two-step that keeps the whole thing playful even as the lyrics punch a little too close to home. The bridge leans in deeper, spelling out the truth we avoid: there’s no receipt stapled to yesterday and no customer service desk for wasted years. By the final chorus, Marla isn’t just tired; she’s in charge. She’s on the porch under California skies, guarding her minutes like gold, running her calendar with a snark-approved clarity. If you’ve ever wished you could unsubscribe from obligations that drain you, this song is basically your anthem with boots on. Hit play, two-step your way out of fake emergencies, and maybe, just maybe, start treating your time like the one thing you can’t return, exchange, or store-credit.