[Verse 1] Open up the door Little yellow light Half a slice of cake from a Tuesday night Takeout box labeled in a language I can’t read That one grape rolling where the ketchup used to be [Chorus] All these leftovers in the fridge Tiny stories on a crowded ridge Every shelf A day we didn’t finish Warm jokes Cold rice And wishes All these leftovers in the fridge Tastes like almost Tastes like “we did” I’m standing here Fork in my hand Eating the week where I stand [Verse 2] Foil-wrapped mystery Smells kinda fine Mom’s old recipe Three days past prime Sticky note saying “don’t touch this Mine” Guess you moved out but your handwriting stayed behind [Chorus] All these leftovers in the fridge Tiny stories on a crowded ridge Every shelf A day we didn’t finish Warm jokes Cold rice And wishes All these leftovers in the fridge Tastes like almost Tastes like “we did” I’m standing here Fork in my hand Eating the week where I stand
