A glass of red and a whiskey coke
Ain't buzzin' yet but getting close
With the second round
On the table
A dead cell phone and a set of keys
Like he'd been practicing that lean
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
What was on the table
Didn't need a movin' truck
Everything we owned was all stacked up
By a take out box
On the table
But playing house don't make it home
He starts drinking I just fold
That stack of laundry
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
What was on the table
Someone's heart was bound to break
So I just took it off his plate
And He'll find out when he gets home
Cause I just left it in a note
