One More Sunday

Double latte on the table

Key card on the sheets

You trace circles on my wrist

Like you're reading what I think

Late check out on the door

We keep talking past the beat

You say, I never do this

But you're leaning into me

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, call in

Say you're running late

We can watch that old talk show, rerun

Order fries at half past 8

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, call in

Say you're running late

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, let the world just wait

Your suitcase in the corner

Half-zipped

Hanging wide

My lips stick on your collar

Crooked collar

Crooked tie

We trace secrets like receipts

Fold them, tuck them out of sight

Room service at 11

We pretend it's still last night

You say you hate attachments

But your jacket's on my chair

Your charger in the socket

Like it wants you back right here

Say we'll never call it something

We can skip the label game

But my phone lights up at checkout

And I like the way it says you

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, call in

Say you're running late

We can watch that old talk show, rerun

Order fries at half past 8

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, call in

Say you're running late

Stay for one more Sunday

Baby, let the world just wait