Half-Eaten Sandwiches

[Verse 1]
Cut the crusts
Triangle art on a paper plate
Little note
"Have a good day
Don't be late"
Stack the boxes
Like a tiny catering line
Check the clock
You’re gonna miss the bus this time
[Chorus]
Half-eaten sandwiches
Coming back home in the dark
One bite missing
Like they only tried to taste my heart
All this love in a lunchbox
All this work in the sink
Half-eaten sandwiches
Make me question everything I think
[Verse 2]
Baby carrots
Still sweating in their plastic bag
Apple slices
Turning brown like a warning flag
Goldfish graveyard
Crumbs stuck deep in the seams
You say “I wasn’t hungry”
What does that even mean?
[Chorus]
Half-eaten sandwiches
Coming back home in the dark
One bite missing
Like they only tried to taste my heart
All this love in a lunchbox
All this work in the sink
Half-eaten sandwiches
Make me question everything I think
[Bridge]
Do you taste the late-night dishes?
Do you taste the early alarms?
Do you taste the “please just try it”?
Do you taste how much you are?
(hey, hey)
I scrape it off
I save the bag
I hum a song
I start again
Same bread
Same hope
Same little drag
Same punchline at the end
[Chorus]
Half-eaten sandwiches
Coming back home in the dark
One bite missing
Like they only tried to taste my heart
All this love in a lunchbox
All this work in the sink
Half-eaten sandwiches
Yeah
I’ll still make ‘em
Till you’re big enough to think

rock, Loose, jangly indie rock with male vocals; crunchy rhythm guitars over a lazy backbeat and warm bass. Verses stay semi-deadpan with tight, dry drums and single-coil bite, choruses bloom with fuzzy overdrive, shouted gang vocals, and a slight tempo lift. Bridge strips to bass and vocal, then slams back in with a noisy guitar hook and tambourine for the last chorus., indie rock