Concrete For Two

I brought out the good china for the cold takeout

Lit a candle just to watch it burn out

You said you'd be here by eight

Now it's ten and the food's on the plate (hm-mmm)

And I hate how I pretend

that it's fine

Drinking cheap white wine

While the clock just keeps on ticking

Yeah, my defense is slipping

Under the midnight shadows of our paper-thin wall

Waiting for a shadow that will never fall

(oh-oh-oh) Dancing by myself in the kitchen light

We are fake-fine, but it's okay tonight

Your text says you got caught in the traffic flow

But I saw your car parked three blocks below

Playing games in the dark

Leaving your permanent mark (ahhh) And I hate how I pretend

that it's fine

Drinking cheap white wine

While the clock just keeps on ticking

Yeah, my defense is slipping

Just the good china (yeah)

Cold takeout