Sunday Brunch

[Verse 1]
Sunny shirt half tucked
Left my phone face down
Toast is burning but we laugh
Coffee swirl slow and brown
Bare feet on the chair
Orange juice on my sleeve
I say I might move today
You say yeah sure I believe

[Chorus]
Sunday brunch with my friends
Let the day never end
Pass the toast pass the time
We got nowhere to be no line
Sunday brunch feeling fine
Eggs and gossip on the side
If this is all that I get
I am already set

[Verse 2]
Pancake tower leans
With that cheap maple rain
You pitch one wild idea
We file it in maybe lane
Playlist on low tilt
Talking over the beat
You pour stories in my glass
Till my doubts taste sweet

[Outro]
Leave the dishes for the night
Let the sun do its slow stunt
If heaven ever clocks in
It picks a table at our brunch