Lyric

A single bag of potato chips — that was the rule

Passed the corner store, eyes to the floor

Told myself, “Good job today”

And carried the salty weight like a medal

But when night falls

My will begins to shake

The sound of a crinkling bag

Throws my reason into chaos

One Pack per Day — that’s my vow

But tonight, I slipped

My fingers betrayed me, reaching out

For just one more bag of chips

It’s not like I love potato chips

But I think they secretly love me

The moment I open the bag, the air changes

And love fills the room — greasy, golden love

“Tomorrow is fine,”

I hum my usual excuse

But these tears I taste tonight

Are lightly salted

One Pack per Day — a small promise

Broken by none but myself

A split-second lapse, and I forgave it

Nights like these — they happen

A battle unseen by anyone

In this quiet room alone

A silent duel of reason

And a hunger that speaks in crunches

One Pack per Day — tomorrow, I swear

I’ll keep that promise just for once

But tonight, somehow, two bags felt

Like exactly what I needed most