Grease Paper and Gold
Style: Jazz standard

[Verse 1]
Vinegar bottles lined up small
Paper going soft with steam
You laugh at something on the wrapper
Nothing here is what it seems

[Pre-chorus]
I keep looking for the catch
Some sign this ordinary night will end
But you just pass me the last chip
And something in my chest starts to bend

[Chorus]
Fatima, I could sit here for years
Just you and this narrow light
You make the quiet feel like plenty
Fatima, you turn a Tuesday bright

[Verse 2]
You fold the paper into squares
Careful like it matters, like it's rare
I watch your hands do something simple
And I forget I'm even there

[Chorus]
Fatima, I could sit here for years
Just you and this narrow light
You make the quiet feel like plenty
Fatima, you turn a Tuesday bright

[Bridge]
No music, no grand view
Just salt and vinegar and you
This is enough, this is the whole of it
I never needed anything new

[Chorus]
Fatima, I could sit here for years
Just you and this narrow light
You make the quiet feel like plenty
Fatima, you turn a Tuesday bright

[Outro]
The bottles still stand in their row
You're still the best thing that I know

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