[Verse 1] It’s Tuesday night 11:30 Fridge light paints the kitchen floor Cardboard box on the top shelf waiting Name in Sharpie on the door Tilted candles in the frosting Wax marks like little scars Paper plate and a plastic fork Feels fancier than most bars [Chorus] I’m eating leftover birthday cake By myself And it still tastes great Crumbs on the counter Phone on mute This cheap vanilla feels like truth I’m laughing at the mess I make Just me and leftover birthday cake If happiness can come this late I’ll save a slice for bad days (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Found a ribbon in the hallway From a gift I can’t recall Little things I nearly wasted Now they’re trophies on the wall Check the group chat Double blue ticks Everyone’s “busy ” sure I’ve got sprinkles on my fingers Don’t need much more than this fork [Chorus] I’m eating leftover birthday cake By myself And it still tastes great Crumbs on the counter Phone on mute This cheap vanilla feels like truth I’m laughing at the mess I make Just me and leftover birthday cake If happiness can come this late I’ll save a slice for bad days (hey!) [Bridge] Maybe joy is in the fridge light glow In the quiet after people go In the plate that no one claimed In the seconds I don’t have to explain [Chorus] I’m eating leftover birthday cake By myself And it still tastes great Crumbs on the counter Phone on mute This cheap vanilla feels like truth I’m laughing at the mess I make Just me and leftover birthday cake If life’s a party we all leave late I’ll walk home with the last slice Safe
