By now the kitchen's half an office The other half is coffee cups Friday comes I close the laptop Even when the work stacks up I still check the client messages More than I would like to say But I know when ten o'clock hits Most of it can wait a day I've developed strong opinions On pastries I can't taste Moose is mostly decoration And leaning cakes are waste I keep rankings for the bakers Though they change from week to week None of this improves the business That may be the point for me We didn't plan it it just grew Around the things we always do The bills the calls the Friday nights The stupid shows the little fights No big moment no big change The days just slowly rearranged Somewhere in the everyday This became the life we made One December after midnight I bought something just because A little pearl on a silver chain Nothing useful nothing much It hangs beside the monitor When I work too late some nights I never needed one more reason I just knew that one felt right Next December's on the calendar Before this one's put away Friday nights are marked in advance now And the spring trip has a date There are weekends left wide open There are things we mean to do I don't call them projections now They're just plans I make with you We didn't plan it it just grew Around the things we always do The bills the calls the Friday nights The stupid shows the little fights No big moment no big change The days just slowly rearranged Somewhere in the everyday This became the life we made That Friday I kept working Past the point we'd marked to stop Two calls moved onto Monday Before I could wrap them up I got angry way too quickly Old reflex I should have known It felt too much like being handled Even here inside my home I knew exactly what I was doing I wasn't checking if you'd cope I wasn't counting meals or sleeping I wasn't trying to take control I'd been waiting for that Friday For the whole week to finally end I wanted hours that weren't for work I wanted time with you instead We didn't plan it it just grew Around the things we always do The bills the calls the Friday nights The stupid shows the little fights No big moment no big change The days just slowly rearranged Somewhere in the everyday This became the life we made Put the phone on charge this time You've got the eight-thirty call Goodnight I'll talk to you in the morning
