2. STILL AWAKE
3. STILL AWAKE
still awake
hmm
still awake
hmm
still awake
hours ago the winner already forgot how many chips they had the music keeps playing
just a little quieter the conversations keep getting better somebody's sitting
on the kitchen counter someone's making fresh coffee someone's showing pictures
from yesterday's adventure nobody's looking at the clock anymore
hmm funny how the best part always begins after everyone says i should probably go
nobody wants to leave nobody's in a hurry the night's too good the laugh's too loud
the coffee's too warm
nobody wants to leave
just one more story one more memory one more sunday
we'll never forget stay wild stay wild stay wild stay wild
so
boston starts another ridiculous story stan's already laughing before the punch line leo
quietly smiles shuffling the cards even though nobody asked the rookie says i was only staying
for an hour everybody burst out laughing because we've all said that before outside the streets are
empty inside the room feels alive no casino no fancy lights no velvet ropes no vip section
just good people good music good coffee and a living room that somehow feels bigger every sunday
maybe this is what winning actually feels like not the chips not the cards not the money
just realizing you found people who make time disappear
hey
ah
ah
woo
woo
woo
last song? no
last coffee? no
last hand? maybe
everybody
laughs
laughs
one more sunday
years from now
nobody will remember
what cards they held
they'll remember
the voices
these ridiculous jokes
the smell of fresh coffee
the sound of chips
the music
the friendships
that quietly became
part of life
without anyone
even noticing
nobody wants to leave
because home
isn't always a place
sometimes
it's a poker table
filled with people
who are happy
you showed up
but nobody wants to leave
we'll do it again
next sunday
next month
next year
as long as somebody
keeps shuffling
the cards
nobody wants to leave
nobody wants to leave
one more sunday
one more song
the last coffee cup
finally goes into the sink
one forgotten chip
still rests on the table
the deck waits patiently
for another message
another invitation
another sunday
the lights go out
the room grows quiet
only one sentence
still echoes
text me
when you get home
see you next sunday
next sunday
next sunday
next sunday