[Intro, softly spoken] Wait, I left something in the car. You already got it? Oh. Okay. [Verse 1] Your favorite in a paper sack Spare charger tangled in the back That book you said you couldn’t find Been riding with me all this time I check the weather, bring a coat Pick up the brand you like the most You call while I’m outside the store Say, “What are you still shopping for?” [Pre-Chorus] “I made enough for two Your glass is by the sink” I stand there with my basket Longer than you’d think [Chorus] Can I come over empty-handed? Nothing tucked beneath my arm No little reason you should have me Just your name lighting up my car Can I come over empty-handed? Let you take my jacket off If the only thing I bring is me Would that be something you still want? You say, “Come over” I say, “Like this?” You say, “It’s getting cold And I saved you a bit” [Verse 2] I reach to clear the plates away You catch my sleeve and ask me, “Stay?” My knees turn back beneath the table I leave the dishes where I’m able You tell a story, lose your place I get distracted by your face Then you ask how my week has been I almost ask about yours again [Pre-Chorus] You wait through “Fine” and “Busy” I pull a thread loose from my cuff Say, “Thursday was a bad one” And you move your chair close enough [Chorus] Can I come over empty-handed? Nothing tucked beneath my arm No little reason you should have me Just your name lighting up my car Can I come over empty-handed? Let you take my jacket off If the only thing I bring is me Would that be something you still want? You say, “Come over” I say, “Like this?” You say, “It’s getting cold And I saved you a bit” [Post-Chorus, layered warm harmonies] Leave a little room for me I’m learning how to take it Leave a little room for me I might need you to say it [Bridge, stripped back] Next time, I forget the bag Call you from the turning lane Start to say I’m going back You say dinner tastes the same So I take the left toward your street With a whole day in my throat When you ask me what I need I say, “Could we take it slow?” [Final Chorus] Can I come over empty-handed? I had nothing left by five Could you meet me at the doorway? Could we just sit down a while? I’m coming over empty-handed Let you take my jacket off Put my fingers where your hand is Let that be enough tonight You say, “Come closer” I say, “Like this?” You pull my chair beside you And I finally let it sit [Outro, soft and smiling] I can get breakfast tomorrow. Yeah, I know I don’t have to. I want to. Tonight, could you hold me?
