Lyrics
Verse 1
Saturday morning I wreck the first panSmoke in the kitchen, you waving your handYou sit at the table like this is a feastEat every bite and you don’t say a thing
Chorus
Burnt on the edgeStill you sit downYou make it enoughTo hang around
Verse 2
I never learned pretty, I learned how to tryYou never needed a perfect sunriseYou take the dark parts and you call them oursThat’s why I keep standing in this kitchen for hours
Chorus
Burnt on the edgeStill you sit downYou make it enoughTo hang around
Bridge
Folks talk love like a fireworks showWe found ours in a skillet and a windowIf heaven’s a banquet, I don’t need a seatI got a full plate and you across from me
Verse 3
Kids used to laugh at the smoke in the hallNow it’s just us and that same old callI flip the next one and I get it less wrongYou smile like I wrote you a brand new song
Chorus
Burnt on the edgeStill you sit downYou make it enoughTo hang around
Bridge
I ain’t a poet and I ain’t a chefI’m a man who got lucky and he knows itLong as you keep pulling up that chairI’ll keep burning breakfast and I won’t care