

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Crooked candle short glass, slow melt You stir sugar in your coffee like you’re tasting how I felt Sideways laughter napkin notes, half true Every question that you dodge sounds like “I miss you” [Chorus] Late table for two but the night got here early All these empty chairs listening in You trace the rim of that cup till my name comes out blurry Are we strangers again, or almost friends? Late table for two and we’re dancing around the truth [Verse 2] Your watch flashing last train, last call You say “we were just too young” but you don’t sound sure at all That old story spilling drop by drop If I lean in any closer I won’t know how to stop [Chorus] Late table for two but the night got here early All these empty chairs listening in You trace the rim of that cup till my name comes out blurry Are we strangers again, or almost friends? Late table for two and we’re dancing around the truth [Bridge] Maybe this time we don’t rewind Just let the record fade Or maybe this time we change one line and stay [Chorus] Late table for two but the night feels less heavy Every sip sounds almost like “begin” You reach across all the ghosts hands a little unsteady Are we strangers again, or almost friends? Late table for two and you say, “I still choose you”
Tags
jazz, Smoky small-club jazz combo: brushed drums, upright bass walking lazily, warm piano voicings, and a breathy female vocal up close on the mic. Horn comes in on the second chorus with soft, round phrases. Dynamic arc stays intimate, with a gentle lift in the bridge and a final hush on the last line.
2:59
No
3/31/2026