Kitchen Table Orbit
Verse 1 Coffee rings map out the week on the wood
Table is crowded and not very good. Mismatched chairs that we pulled from the street
Fighting for room for the knees and the feet. Chargers are snaking all over the floor
Headphones are coiled by the pantry door. Three lovers
a meta in thick wool socks
Eating the cereal out of the box.
Verse 2 Screen lights up with a joke and a meme
Survival tips for the polyamorous team. Pass it around while we butter the toast
Laughing at things that confuse us the most. Calendar open
the blocks are all red
Scheduling time for the work and the bed. Planning the passion feels strange and absurd
But it keeps us from crashing without a word.
Pre-Chorus We grew up on stories of lying and cheats
Motel rooms and the dirty sheets. Here we rewrite it with sticky hands
Making up all of our own demands.
Chorus Kitchen table orbit, spoons on the glass
Negotiating limits before we pass. Who needs the quiet
who needs the sleep, Checking the weather
deep and steep. No one is hidden, no one is small
Nobody standing outside the wall. If you sit at the wood
you get a say, Soft and loud in the light of day.
Verse 3 He says he needs a degree just to date
She snorts her tea and accepts the fate. I draw a chart on a napkin square
Arrows pointing to who goes where. Laughter stops when the trigger hits
Old poison breaking us into bits. Three hands reach out to stop the shake
Fixing the ache that the exes make.
Pre-Chorus It looks like a junk drawer from the outside
Messy and loud with nowhere to hide. But when the panic hits at three
You have a dozen hands to see.
Chorus Kitchen table orbit, spoons on the glass
Negotiating limits before we pass. Who needs the quiet
who needs the sleep, Checking the weather
deep and steep. No one is hidden, no one is small
Nobody standing outside the wall. If you sit at the wood
you get a say, Soft and loud in the light of day.
Bridge One day the circle might shift and break
Someone moves out for their own sake. But the skills we learned in the morning light
Saying “yes” and “no” with all our might. Mono or many
the truth is the stone
Better than being a liar alone. The table might change
the wood might rot
But we won’t forget the family we got.
Outro Sun rises higher, the toast is done
Alarms are calling for the run. Stacking the mugs inside the sink
Give me a minute more to think.