Grease On The Paper
Style: Synth ballad

[Verse 1]
Chips gone cold on the counter
Paper gone soft with the heat
You laugh at the mess we made
You make the small hours sweet

[Chorus]
Nathan, the kettle's still warm
Two more minutes, then we'll go
Nothing about this is fancy
But you're the best thing I know

[Verse 2]
You wipe the grease from your hands
Say the food was worth the wait
I watch you laughing at nothing
And think how good this feels, of late

[Pre-chorus]
I don't need the streetlights golden
I don't need the night to slow
I just need you a little closer

[Chorus]
Nathan, the kettle's still warm
Two more minutes, then we'll go
Nothing about this is fancy
But you're the best thing I know

[Bridge]
Some nights it's chips on a counter
Some nights it's nothing at all
But you make the ordinary hold me
Steady as a hand on a wall

[Chorus]
Nathan, the kettle's still warm
Two more minutes, then we'll go
Nothing about this is fancy
But you're the best thing I know

[Outro]
The paper's gone dark with the grease
And I'd still choose this, every time

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