“Good Day”

I coulda let you go
But after a while I couldn’t hold it in
There was a kink in our proximity
more specifically the lack therein

I couldn’t tell you where it’s gonna go
From here on out I bet the days’ll be slow
I went and got myself spoiled,
callin’ into work
so you could toil with my plans

I woke up knowin’ I can’t go with you
But I’m just happy that you drifted my way
So I’m committing you to memory
And I’ma file it under “Good Day”

You light up the morning with a gold trim
Honey you blind me from your cheek to your chin
Trace the contours of your dimples
comparable to mine
I got some time
‘fore the alarm goes off
to study what I’ll be missin’

I woke up knowin’ I can’t go with you
But I’m just happy that you drifted my way
So I’m committing you to memory
And I’ma file it under “Good Day”

From my bottom lip/ to the tip of my nose
Is the length/ of your nose if you’d like to know/
That's just where I found myself
waking up I never felt
this coming
but before it goes
I'm makin' damn sure I had seen it all
if only while your face holds out

(scat)

I woke up knowin’ I can’t go with you
But I’m just happy that you drifted my way
So I’m committing you to memory
And I’ma file it under “Good Day”

I’m committing you to memory
My mental pictures I’ll be hitting save
I’m committing you to memory
And I’ma file it under “Good Day”