Sticky Note Morning

(hummm,

hum-hummm)

Left a yellow sticky note on the fridge

Saying we could finally cross that bridge Oh,

we're writing plans we'll erase by dawn Face down on a hotel

bed with our shoes still on (yeah,

shoes still on)

Your number's blocked but your face is clear Like a ghost in

the kitchen when the night gets near You said 2 AM on

the east side street But we both know the habits that we're

bound to repeat

I hear the rain tapping on the glass

Asking how long a mistake can last

(how long, how long?)

Left a yellow sticky note on the fridge

Saying we could finally cross that bridge Oh,

we're writing plans we'll erase by dawn Face down on a hotel

bed with our shoes still on

(oh,

with our shoes still on)

We draw the blinds to block the neon sky

Building promises we know are a lie By morning we're just strangers

in the cold

Breaking every single rule we hold Still in my head...

Plans by morning...

(shoes still on...)