[Verse 1]
Same old Friday
Same old crowd
Same cheap jacket
Same too-loud sound
Sticky floor
Neon buzzed-out glow
Then you walk in
Like you didn’t belong here though
You order water
While they’re shouting for shots
Pull out a paperback
In a place like this
What
You catch me staring
Laugh through the smoke
“You here every weekend?”
“Yeah
” I joke
[Pre-Chorus]
You say
“I don’t usually do this
Don’t usually stay out late”
But somehow in this broken room
You feel like clean escape
[Chorus]
In this run-down bar
You’re my brand new start
All these cracked-up walls
Still you light the dark
I’ve been wasting nights
On the same old noise
But you cut right through
To the heart of this boy
In this run-down bar
You’re my perfect part
[Verse 2]
You talk about Sundays
Waking up slow
Friends and board games
Long walks home
I talk about mornings
Where I sleep till two
Trying to dance away
What I never push through
You say
“You’re more
Than this flashing room”
I say
“You’re too good
For this sticky gloom”
But your hand finds mine
Under flickering signs
And the whole tired weekend
Finally rewinds
[Pre-Chorus]
You say
“I don’t usually do this
Don’t usually chase this spark”
But somehow in this broken room
You’re reading out my heart
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Music pounding
But it’s fading out
All I hear is you
In the middle of the crowd
“Maybe next week
We could skip this place”
Your smile says yes
Before your words are in place
[Chorus]