The story
She smiles while the ice is melting under the porch light.
She pours sweet tea like it can cool the room, but the silence keeps rising between them. He sees the sugar on the rim, the porch light, the careful smile, and knows she is dressing up a goodbye he already feels coming. The glass stays full, but the evening empties out.
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Lyrics
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