Verse 1 I used to keep midnights in glass jars on the shelf Labeled every almost like it might come back You showed up in a t-shirt and last week’s perfume And all my monuments looked suddenly small The city was a rumor I believed too loud Champagne problems, borrowed light, a borrowed mouth Then you said my name like it wasn’t a performance And the war in my chest just… laid itself down Pre-Chorus I was rich in empty rooms Starving at a table set for ghosts You didn’t try to save me You just made the quiet feel like home Chorus And it’s simplicity The kind they don’t put in the headlines Just your coffee cooling and the way you look at me Like I’m not a spectacle Simplicity I built cathedrals out of maybe You handed me a kitchen and a key And I never wanted thunder I just wanted this I just wanted this August used to mean a countdown I couldn’t stop Now it means the porch light and your hand on my back They hung the moon on a billboard downtown Tried to sell me back the dark I already had You don’t do grand gestures You do Tuesday And somehow Tuesday feels like the rest of my life I used to need a plot twist You gave me a plot I can live inside Pre-Chorus I was rich in empty rooms Starving at a table set for ghosts You didn’t try to save me You just made the quiet feel like home Chorus And it’s simplicity The kind they don’t put in the headlines Just your coffee cooling and the way you look at me Like I’m not a spectacle Simplicity I built cathedrals out of maybe You handed me a kitchen and a key And I never wanted thunder I just wanted this I just wanted this Bridge I could write you tragic if I wanted I know how to make a beautiful wreck I could turn this into midnight rain and missing you But you keep handing me ordinary mornings And I keep calling them sacred They’ll say I got soft They’ll say I got small They don’t know I found the only thing That ever felt like all The only thing that ever felt like all Final Chorus And it’s simplicity The kind they don’t put in the headlines Just your coffee cooling and the way you look at me Like I’m not a spectacle Simplicity I built cathedrals out of maybe You handed me a kitchen and a key And I never wanted thunder God, I just wanted this I just wanted this Outro Leave the porch light on I’ll be right here No plot twist No encore Just this
