[Verse] Funny how the minutes slip when the couch keeps on its own Takeout boxes by the sink, your voice still in the room The heater taps the hallway, and the latch won’t click in place We meant to go at nine, but the apartment held us fast Now the red on the stairwell's the only thing left in view [Chorus] That couch keeps holding me here The clock keeps slipping its gears We say we’re leaving, then we don’t It drags, it stalls, it knows what we want That couch keeps holding me here The clock keeps slipping its gears One more hour, one more round Till the whole damn room wears us down [Bridge] We had our coats on by midnight Keys in our fists at the door You said, “last call, no excuses” Then we sank back into the floor Tried to slip out on the second hand Tried to beat the buzz and the glow But the lock stuck, the chain caught tight And the porch light wouldn’t let go [Verse] Morning hits: one sock under the table, cold coffee on the rim Your phone face down by the remote, a butter knife in the sink Sun on the floorboards like a receipt we keep forgetting to check And the room just sits there, quiet as a plate, with nothing left to collect [Chorus] That couch keeps holding me here The clock keeps slipping its gears We say we’re leaving, then we don’t It drags, it stalls, it knows what we want That couch keeps holding me here The clock keeps slipping its gears One more hour, one more round Till the whole damn room wears us down [Outro] So let it tick, let it creak We’ll stay until the coffee goes weak Till the TV snow and the daylight fade Till the hallway breathes and the bed gets made Then we’ll stand up slow, laugh at the mess Grab our keys from the bowl, head out half-dressed Funny how the clock gets loose When the couch lets go of us
