Testo di TAKE-OUT

Eating takeout on the holidays So tell little cous' to save me a plate And send pictures by the fireplace Maybe y'all could Photoshop my face I've got Mondays and Sundays spread throughout the week And this path I'm on isn't cut out for me So I trace the lines, but didn't picture I would be Hunched over this paper plate on my balcony No Think of my face, think of my face When you're saying grace, when you're saying grace Next time we'll be close, I need you to know Living this life I've made (takeout on holidays) Maybe just one day I could be home to you Should be a better way than takeout on holidays I know one day I'll be home with you Home with you I'll be home with you I'll be home with you