The story
Sweetness stays on the table; his temper comes to the edge.
He sits on a porch with sweet tea in hand, watching a summer evening settle around a home that should feel easy. But every small kindness tastes off, because the words between him and the one he loves keep coming out sharp, and the glass on the table only makes the silence look sweeter. He keeps smiling through it, even as the bitterness settles in.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
The lyric sheet for this one isn't published yet — press play and listen along.