Scones

So, what are you doing after work tonight
Uhh in town
So I was thinking about hanging with him
Oh, um 'cause I was thinking
That we could, like, go somewhere
Well, I really I feel like I
Don't get to see him
And he's only in town for a couple of days
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Umthat's understandable but don't be mad
I mean you're mad
But, like, why wouldn't I be?
You're mad don't get mad

The sun moves close dusty yellow gold
You breathe so slow, waking up your bones
Coffee's dark just the way you like
Our New York Times on the Business side
Been thinkin this boy you know I kind of miss
Spontaneity of life
Cause this routine, it gets
Kinda old, kinda soon
I know we say it, but we never do
Nothing, I'm here to say something
The walls are closing in
Feels like my soul's collecting with
Dust and dew been waiting up for you
But our table's set to feed me nothing new
Why don't you surprise me
Why don't you surprise me
Why don't you surprise me

Boy you never try i know, I know
6 o'clock, here you come i know, I know
Have dinner, go to the bed i know, I know
Sitting up alone i know, I know
And drinking wine to the head