A glass of red and a whiskey coke
Ain't buzzin' yet but gettin' close
With the second round on the table
A dead cell phone and a set of keys
Like he'd been practicin' that lane
With one elbow on the table
I didn't go home with him that night
But I ain't gonna lie, it was on the table
The way he looked at me
Halfway held my hand
Didn't have to say a thing
For us to understand
Yeah
What was on the table
Didn't need a movin' truck
Everything we owned was all stacked up
By a takeout box
On the table
A playin' house, don't make it home
He starts drinkin', I just fold
That stack of laundry
And I just fold
On the table
We didn't say goodbye
But I ain't gonna lie
It was on the table
The way he looked at me
Halfway held my hand
Didn't have to say a thing
For us to understand
Yeah
What was on the table









On the table
The way he looked at me
He started drinkin' that lane
With one elbow on the table

He started drinkin' that lane
Someone's heart was bound to break
So I just took it off his plate
And he'll find out when he's done




It's all because I just left it.
Thank you.