Fork in the box on the counter Four a.m. glow from the fridge Your name still looped on the frosting Mine smudged off the plastic lid Half of a wish on a candle Wax in the crumbs by the sink We said we'd grow up by August It's January What do you think We’re just leftover birthday cake Too sweet Too much But I still take One more bite One more mistake Let it sit Let it ache We’re that sugar you can’t quite throw away Dry at the edges Soft in the middle Leftover birthday cake Paper hat crushed in my pocket Confetti stuck in my sleeve You laughed so hard at the moment Then quietly planned how to leave Now all the photos are curling Phone battery hanging on red I should be tossing the slices I’m licking the words that you said We’re just leftover birthday cake Too sweet Too much But I still take One more bite One more mistake Let it sit Let it ache We’re that sugar you can’t quite throw away Dry at the edges Soft in the middle Leftover birthday cake [Beat drops to half-time Vocal close and hushed] Maybe I’ll wrap it in foil Maybe I’ll let it spoil Tell me Which one is kinder To something that used to be joy? (oh) We’re just leftover birthday cake Too sweet Too much But I still take One more bite One more mistake Let it sit Let it ache We’re that sugar you can’t quite throw away Dry at the edges Soft in the middle Leftover birthday cake
