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Coffee in a chipped blue mug
Phone face down, I don’t need much
Old jeans, favorite faded shirt
Sun through the blinds, dust in the air like gold
This is the best day, best day
Nothing fancy, but it feels that way
Laugh lines deeper than my fears today
If every little moment stayed the same
I’d call this the best day, best day (oh yeah)
Text from you, “I’m on my way”
Two bikes squeak down the gravel lane
Brown bag lunch on a park bench seat
Crumbs on your lips, you’re laughing too hard to speak
This is the best day, best day
Nothing fancy, but it feels that way
Laugh lines deeper than my fears today
If every little moment stayed the same
I’d call this the best day, best day (hey)
Maybe it’s the way time slows
Bare feet on the cool front porch
If this is all that life ever holds
I’m already home
This is the best day, best day
Nothing fancy, but it feels that way
Laugh lines deeper than my fears today
If every little moment stayed the same
I’d call this the best day, best day
Yeah, this is the best day, best day
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