Baby Grand

We lie side by side under the Baby Grand
We listen to Spice, then Funeral, then the sun rises
You catch my eye, reach out a hand
And boop me on the forehead, ‘nap time,’ you said

You rest your head on me under the Baby Grand
I am frozen, it’s so familiar
You’ve fallen asleep, I hold my own hand
And stay as still as still can be after the record’s ended
You’ve created this moment just for me

I think it’s just affection
But I didn’t drink much because I can’t be certain
I'm...I can't be certain

Could’ve slept, but I elbowed you under the Baby Grand
And we went off to our separate bedrooms
This morning I wrote that first verse down
And heard you in the kitchen probably talking to your girlfriend

Well, I think it’s just honest affection
But I didn’t drink much because I can’t be certain
I'm...I can't be certain

On the sofa, you noticed I'd written
A line about the Edwyn Collins owl mug
Is this affection just created for a better narrative?

When I dropped you off
I think I wanted to say I'd miss you
Or how I've missed you

I think it’s just platonic affection
But I didn't drink much because I can’t be certain
I'm...I think
I think it's platonic affection
Oh but we haven’t spoken, so I can’t be certain
We haven't spoken, so I can't be certain