Baby Grand

We lie side by side under the Baby Grand We listen to Spice, then Funeral, then the sun rises You catch my eye, reach out a hand And boop me on the forehead, 'nap time,' you said You rest your head on me under the Baby Grand I am frozen, it's so familiar You've fallen asleep, I hold my own hand And stay as still as still can be after the record's ended You've created this moment just for me I think it's just affection But I didn't drink much because I can't be certain I'm... I can't be certain Could've slept, but I elbowed you under the Baby Grand And we went off to our separate bedrooms This morning I wrote that first verse down And heard you in the kitchen probably talking to your girlfriend Well, I think it's just honest affection But I didn't drink much because I can't be certain I'm... I can't be certain On the sofa, you noticed I'd written A line about the Edwyn Collins owl mug Is this affection just created for a better narrative? When I dropped you off I think I wanted to say I'd miss you Or how I've missed you I think it's just platonic affection But I didn't drink much because I can't be certain I'm... I think I think it's platonic affection Oh but we haven't spoken, so I can't be certain We haven't spoken, so I can't be certain