Unpaid Tab

Cold ceramic mugs and a bitter blend

An unpaid tab on the counter edge

Your cousin sent a voice note from her car

Said she had to skip the song at three seconds in

Because it sounded too much like how we used to begin (mmm)

And oh, we are just a half-written page

A quiet stage

after the lights go down And I still look for your coat

in this crowded town

Now the coffee's cold,

the steam is gone

Just the hum of the fridge keeping time

I wonder if you still hum that same design

Or if you've rewritten every line (ahhh) And oh,

we are just a half-written page

A quiet stage

after the lights go down

And I still look for your coat

in this crowded town

Just an unpaid tab

And coffee gone bitter