Sunday Dinner - The Adjective

It’s hard to fake a smile

When you’ve been around the both of us

For a while

I gave you my two cents and you gave me mine

Now we are both rich but we’ve lost our minds

Falling through

There’s nothing better we do

Another night we’re in your bed

Goes against all we said

But god it feels so good to us like we’re in love

When did we forget to clear our heads?

And remember how we came to tread

A Sunday dinner with family and friends

When we told them that our love sure had no end

Falling through

There’s nothing better we do

Another night we’re in your bed

Goes against all we said

But god it feels so good to us like we’re in love