A million moments in your TV-filled life
collide with mines at this table tonight.
It's like Home Alone 2 the way I stare
and you smile like this instant has always been there.
I laugh back and wave, cause I'm a sucker for warmth these days.
The weather's so cold when old friends slowly fade.
"Hey can you pass the Ketchup?" I decide to say.
"It's a bit spicy, good luck," and you pass it my way.
I know it's not much, but my Wednesday touches yours.
We're friends for a moment, and I couldn't ask for more.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
A million moments in your TV-filled life
collide with mines at this table tonight.
It's like Home Alone 2 the way I stare
and you smile like this instant has always been there.
I laugh back and wave, cause I'm a sucker for warmth these days.
The weather's so cold when old friends slowly fade.
"Hey can you pass the Ketchup?" I decide to say.
"It's a bit spicy, good luck," and you pass it my way.
I know it's not much, but my Wednesday touches yours.
We're friends for a moment, and I couldn't ask for more.
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