Lazy Sunday Smile

I left the leaning letter on the wooden sign

And let the running ink dry on the bottom line

A wobble in the seam where the needle strayed

A heavy thumbprint baked right into the glaze

I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine

Yes, I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine (ooh-ooh)

They built a perfect printed thing across the street

It stands up straight and never misses a beat

But we'll let the winter rain do the arguing

While the perfect ink fades on their paper king

I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine

Yes, I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine (mm-hmm)

A chipped cup that survived every single move

A crooked shelf that holds the favorite book

A mended coat with three mismatched buttons on the sleeve

And no one ever asks why we keep these

I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine

I spelled it wrong so you'd know it was mine (hahaha)