Lyrics Sunday Dinner. - The Adjective

Sunday Dinner.

It’s hard to fake a smile
When you’ve been around the both of us
For a while
I gave you my two cents and you gave me mine
Now we are both rich but we’ve lost our minds
Falling through
There’s nothing better we do
Another night we’re in your bed
Goes against all we said
But god it feels so good to us like we’re in love
When did we forget to clear our heads?
And remember how we came to tread
A Sunday dinner with family and friends
When we told them that our love sure had no end
Falling through
There’s nothing better we do
Another night we’re in your bed
Goes against all we said
But god it feels so good to us like we’re in love